Whether or not the Dark Brotherhood wolves liked it or not, Malice was here to stay. She would have a normal life, with normal children and with a... not so normal pack- that didn't like her-- at all--. She sighed as she once again wandered the territory, but had grown wary after her meeting with the young, dark boy. She was growing to like this place, that was for certain, and the smell didn't bother her anymore. Oh, she was still getting lost from time to time, but at least she always made it safely back to Burke den. She also knew where to locate the Redgrove and the tree with the gasses where Cicero had taken her, and she somewhat knew where the border were. She didn't know however that there was a swamp and even a torture place for captured wolves. It was good she didn't know.

After what seemed like an jour of wandering, a vague familiar scent drifted by, and Malice was curious enough to follow it. As long as she could walk, she would do so, even with the kicks and her back aching like hell. What she stumbled upon, was none other than the bloody woman she had met in the forest where berries grew. Malice stopped in her tracks. How could she have forgotten that Potema lived here? She came closer to the white girl, carrying her body low to the ground to appear as no threat- For she really wasn't. Her body wasn't capable of fighting anymore, and why would she? This was her home now, whether she belonged or not.

Good to see you again, Potema; it was, right? Malice spoke in her quite sweet voice that somewhat tipped Nemesis off-like-always.

For a moment, Malice thought that the two would get along- that she had found another that didn't want her gone here as soon as possible. That, maybe, Potema would teach her more, that two would be besties for life. That perhaps, someday, She, her brother and Malice would hunt together. But those dreams shattered as soon as Potema dropped the bone she was carrying. Why the hell was she even carrying around a bone?

Malice took some steps back, lowering her ears so that they draped against her skull. She lifted up her left front leg, supporting her heavy body on the other three paws. What the hell? The shock could be seen on her scarred face. I-I-I'm sorry. She stuttered, stepping backwards slowly. Everyone here was crazy, she was certain. Whatever I did- I'm truly sorry! She yelled in terror.

What she was to Burke was not important. It certainly didn't define her. They could say all they wanted about her and bunny butt, but it would only hurt part of her. She had to step up her game if she wanted to be anything more than the alpha's... Wrong decision? Friend? Lover? Whatever. She placed her paw back on solid ground as the other still looked quite feral. Malice had seen so many angry faces the past week that it didn't scare her anymore. The other turned, leaving Malice with only a blinded eye to look at before she turned around again. 

Her ears perked up at the woman's voice. Totally bonkers, she thought deep down, but was at the same time happy that she wasn't quite as angry as Nemesis pretty much the whole Dark Brotherhood. Ignore it she would then, it didn't matter. Around one moon and three quarters. She spoke softly, yet in a confident not-ashamed tone. She was pretty impressed by how easy it was for Potema to change the subject too. Kudos to her, Malice guessed.

Malice was not particularly fond of the timing either. If she had known what troubled times were approaching, she would've never even left her den that day. She would've gathered as much green as possible, hidden it in some crack of the healer's den perhaps. but she was no psychic, nor did she believe anyone could predict the future. Malice shook her head, accompanying it with a small No. , unaware that Spiderling's glen was close to burke's den. 

Malice's eyes went from side to side to check if there was anyone nearby, but no. Good, she thought. Alright. She mumbled confused. Everyone here was totally bonkers, more like Judas, and that was saying something. Somewhere, deep down inside, Malice liked being around this kind of wolves. Completely shattered, just like her. Only with these wolves, she didn't know their story.

Malice followed the white ghost in the direction offf... That way. This place was more disorganizing than a maze for Malice, since she was used to the small forest of Phantom Hollow and she was usually guided by the stars. They soon reached the place, and Malice looked down only to gasp. It was not because of fear she did that, but out of amazement. It looks beautiful... She breathed out. But how are we supposed to get down there? She asked, her voice trembling.

Malice nodded, quietly following the ghostly figure of Potema. Malice didn't know if she liked her or not. She had seemed fine when they had met in the forest full of berries before the famine, but now... She didn't know. Little did she know that once her belly had popped, Potema would want them to be trained for the Brotherhood.

I see... She murmured as she cautiously held her body up and her steps slow as to not fall with her pregnant belly. Couldn't they have entered right at the beginning of this trip? Falling does not seem like a greatly clever idea, no... She sighed. 

Malice knew there was a sort of tunnel system thingy thing underground, but had yet to discover it. Burke had told her vaguely about it, but he was more of a "tell and not show" guy. Were they there yet?