Kintla Flatlands The poison in your cup

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Shaking herself from her momentary weakness, she started off in the direction of Blackfeather, all thoughts of hunger behind her. The girl had head off that way, but when she reached it, no scent was found. Perhaps she changed direction, to throw her off trail, she thought. Many actions had been made against her, and many threats had come with it but that was something others needed to know of. Perhaps she would tell Burke , inform him of this wicked female and alert the pack. The last thing she wanted was another pack member to fall victim to this witch. Who knew what kinds of poisons she was testing.

The thought that a wolf such as that rattled her bones in chilling fright. To her, Blackfeather had always had the upperhand with all the trained Spies and Murderers, but now she realised that the other pack were not to be taken lightly either. With a weapon such as that girl, she applauded whatever pack rose to claim her. But once she found out who did, she would raise hell.