Blackfeather Woods ready for the funeral

Shego grinned as her sister came to her. Her tail lifted triumphantly, her large ears backward.

"Perhaps she has led us here, to this thread of new life." They had fasted for so long, and her hunger roared within her even despite the meal that had been allowed in their arrival. "We must cast a spell that will bring her to us. Perhaps the mother will let us near." She did not think the mother would understand. She was not of their culture.

But they did not need understanding. Only the proper chance.