Blackfeather Woods story of the night

"Peace and grace.." She said, once Lusa's story was finished. It was a lovely story, but given the nature of her goddess, she could not imagine her pack living in peace for much longer. "For right now, perhaps we do live in peace. It will not last forever though." She sighed. Contracts would have to come soon, even though her Dark Brotherhood was, regrettably, diminished. But her children were soon to bear the mark, she knew they would. "If there was ever a pack that lived here before us, then their pack must have been peaceful." If. These woods did not look inhabited by wolves when she arrived, and the ravens and crows responded as if they had never seen wolves in their land before.

"But it is common for wisps to be seen as spirits. I don't blame anyone in that regard." They seemed awfully sentient in their movements. Even now, one was floating towards them. It stopped, hovered in front of them, and then drifted away....