Blackfeather Woods don't get many white eyes around here

She smiled courteously to Kenneth but shook her head at his offering. "It is your kill." She said. "And I am not hungry at the moment. But thank you for the consideration." It was good to know that she was not surrounded by psychopathic, mindless wolves in her pack. Though she wanted killers, she wanted rational thinking killers. Kenneth was one of them. He bluntly stated it, commenting that it was a sloppy kill, if the hare was a wolf. "Sometimes you can employ sloppy kills to benefit yourself. You can make it seem like a wolf died during a fight, when it was really an assassination." She had seen this tactic being used firsthand numerous times, and it usually worked to throw wolves off of a killer's trail.

"There is." And wouldn't you know, she had another prospective candidate to bear the mark. It had been far too long since a new Dark Brother joined the Brotherhood; she now only had herself, Burke, and Kove. Kove was in another pack, and Burke was injured. Her pups, who she knew without a doubt would be inducted as soon as they were old enough, were far from their first year. She needed fresh blood in her Dark Brotherhood. "We call ourselves the Dark Brotherhood, worshippers of Mephala and Sithis, and we style ourselves as assassins, spies, and poisoners. As well as priests."