Blackfeather Woods White rose petals

He smiled at her.
Gosh, he really smiled a lot these days.
He was sad Tundra didn't stay though. She ventured out to find her lost family after word from a stranger.
He was glad for her company whilst it lasted, and even more glad for Marisol.

Her muzzle touched him, and he reciprocated her touch.
But she withdrew and accepted his offer of some history.
He'd learnt standing about didn't make for good use of time, so invited her on a slow walk whilst he retells a story of many versions.

"I can't promise every detail is perfect, Maegi told me the stories."
A quick grin before he started.
"A wolf called Meldresi Melonii came to these woods wayyyy before we were born," he chuckled softly, "and she formed the pack of Blackfeather woods, named after these birds," he looked up for his feathered companions that hadn't yet found him. But he could wait.
"The Melonii's followed the Daedra. Ancient gods and stuff. The important ones are Mephala and Sithis. Mephala is the Goddess of the Night and is called the Night Mother, and Sithis is the Dread Father, God of the Void and death." A pause so he can answer questions before continuing.

"Blackfeather had enemies and there was a war between them and the Redhawks, pack that had moved to the south of Rusalka like ages ago, so good for us, but also bad for us because this one bitch still wants to kill us even though we just like it here so, fuck her," Rowan chuckled softly, looking to Marisol with a grin. He knew they'd be fine, as long as that bitch didn't start trying to kill him again just because he took the name Blackfeather. Like, it's the name of some woods for fuck sakes.