Blackfeather Woods You have to see this

Pietro listened to his sister carefully. He really wished his mother could be with them physically. He couldn't reverse anything, their mother had passed. He knew what she looked like, a bit. If he was asked to describe her, all he could mention was her black pelt and thief identical eyes. He wanted to asked his father about his mother, but he thought it was forbidden. A thought popped into his mind, as he looked around to make sure no one was there. "Kendra, who do you think we saw lying dead in Redgrove that time when I got lost?" he said, his face was deadly serious, and his voice squeaked a bit. "Do you think that might have been mom?" he said, looking deep into her eyes. He tried to connect the dots, the skull had teeth of a wolf, and the death smell was dampened much. The bits of hide and fur left were black like the night. Of course, he theory could be absolutely crazy, but maybe it was worth pointing out to his sister, so she could rack her brain for answers. He walked closer to her, avoiding objects, per request of her. Why would no one talk about who the one lie dead in the place red as blood?