Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

Another voice responsed; an invitation, Sif thought. The dark girl padded further still into the wood and found her pale counterpart. They both paused. Sif took in her pretty face and long, tooth-torn legs. They were both thin, but the pale girl was thinner.

Sif gave a hopeful wag of her tail and laid the hen on the ground. "Do you are hungry?" she asked, taking a little step back in a clear offering. She'd find something else to give to Wardruna. Perhaps this girl could help her. "Friend with Wardruna, yes?" she added, fairly certain she knew what was going on, but wanting to verify, just in case. It was a bit disappointing to know that Warduna had gotten to yet another girl before Sif had; but perhaps it had to happen that way. Perhaps Sif could not recruit for his cause, and Wardruna alone could chose women to join together with them. Sometimes, Fen had said, there were things that only men could do.

She could understand that. But there was always something a woman could do as well. She'd have to see what Wardruna wanted her to do. Perhaps this wolf could help her with that.