Blackfeather Woods out of sight

Ditto! D:

At her sister's promise that she would take her to the white-furred wolf, Lakhesis nodded, though made a plan to seek her out as soon as she could. She needed to see the girl herself, to determine if she was a possible vessel of Clotho. To see what this sign that the blood had formed meant. Something about the eyes. She studied the marking again, brows furrowed before Shego moved her paw across it, ridding the rock of the weeping face.

The girl went to turn and head back into the forest, before a young voice called out. Lakhesis leaned back on her haunches and looked over her shoulder at the den where the boy had emerged, startled by his sudden appearance but not showing it. Dark-furred, like most of the wolves of this forest, with ghostly-pale eyes. The witch's own eyes narrowed, wondering how much the youth had heard, how much he had seen. She ignored his question, looking to Shego instead. Could they trust him?