Blackfeather Woods Ward of the Shadows

Quiet fell back, wondering if her mentor, or the wolves she had been with when she first became a spy were Dark Brotherhood members. She did not remember paws of blood red on their shoulders, but reexamined her memories of the group, but she did not know for certain. They had mentioned something about different branches of the Dark Brotherhood, but different branches could have different traditions for all she knew. And it was not only the Dark Brotherhood who used it, these marks, so she could be mistaken. But she would never know.

Quiet recognized the marks, nodding as she examined each drawn mark on the ground. They were the marks all right. And this Damien knew each one? Splendid.