Blackfeather Woods come home late

The question was to be expected she supposed, it was the right thing to ask one when you did not know them. Narrow skull turned to steal a look at the mother near her side. Jakoul. Morta. Both a name and title was given. It was a change from her usual introductions, fretful and secretive. She was confident these days within the confines of Blackfeather.

You? The small question fell from her lips as she paused to mark a patch of land. The Morta would not leave all of the work to her companion.