Blackfeather Woods but you were born under a bad sign

ah i'm so glad you joined!

Hey.

Carefully, her hunched form spun around to meet the voice that beckoned her attention. A brief glance made Jakoul think that perhaps it was Maegi, but things were missing on this stark figure. Lacking the uniqueness of Blackfeather's Nona. So her tail found refuge between her lanky limbs in a respectful manner. Of all the pale creatures Jakoul had met, this one was still different from the rest. Small but fit, cream tones in their thick pelt and warm brown eyes that seemed to betray the coolness of the voice that had called.

Hello. She breathed to the stranger. They smelled of home and the feathered ones hidden in the tree tops did not cause a ruckus at their presence. She figured no harm would come to her. Not this deep into the territory with such stillness around them.