Blackfeather Woods forgive me

The intensity in which Shego watched Grimnir was something like the desperation of a stranded being striking flint against rock to ignite wood so it would fall victim to a spark and catch flame. How she wished the male would fall into this fire, feel the horrible burns her eyes inflicted as he pressed harder on her sister. He would pay for this, if he did not release her...

Lusa approached, and even still her eyes were upon Grimnir. They had come on good terms, but he took ill to them... of course, she could understand his wariness; she knew that any normal wolf was not allowed to be so close. But they were not normal. They were divine.

As for the womans last words, Shego at last looked to her. Lusa was intrigued and interested and best of all, believing in Them and Their true powers; heretics were always fated to die.

"We did not want to trouble you to leave your cubs. We only came to deliver these," but if Lusa was willing, which she had said... well, now they knew. But now Lusa could know, too, that their intent was not so horrible after all as well.

Shego was a terrible wretch; she was calculating, manipulative, and cruel; but worst of all she did not care. Horribly, not even for Lakhesis. Just their purpose. And Lakhesis needed to be alive for it, to aid her. And given it was her duty and her obsession, Shego would aid her.