Wild Berry Meadow Have you come to raise the dead

Hope it's no problem for you to have this take place after Sage returns to MH, otherwise Malice probably wouldn't have left her territory. :)

A lot had happened the past week. They had lost members, ones that had sworn loyalty had up and left without a word. It angered the queen of the moonlit wolves, yet she would not show it. If she were to get mad at whoever left her, there was a chance that the negative energy would bounce right back at her. Despite her cheery appearance and the smile on her face, she was tired, lonely and broken. Her mate had left her, making her a widow. The den she slept in now was too big for her, making it cold and eerie to sleep in without someone next to her. But despite all this, she kept her sanity. Well, at least she hoped so.

Today was another day that was beginning to look like it would fit into her boring routine, but the daughter of Lucifer refused. She didn't want to aimlessly wander over the borders all day and night till the sky turned lilac. Not today. So, as soon as the stars disappeared and the birds began singing their song, she stepped over the border of Moonlit Hills. She had been in this direction before, clearly remembering her talk with Nemesis, and had liked the look around here. It was so different from the quiet, eerie woods that she called home, so bright and warm. After just a few minutes, the sweet smell of berries hit her in the face just like a few days back. She sighed softly, her insanity showing by just a small chuckle. She looked around, not even thinking about that there might be others around, and started trotting happily. 

Her careless actions soon stopped and she froze, staring at a gray silhouette in the distance. then, a smell of rotting flesh mixed with the sweet smell of berries blew by, making her nose wrinkle. Her pale, yellow eyes stared at the other, hoping that the wolf hadn't seen her. What if it was a killer, returning to this place to look at it's victory once again. Somewhere in her head a voice screamed to run, but her legs refused. Her insanity had control of her body now, and there was no place for the once friendly Malice. So with that, her legs started moving towards the stranger, a confused and curious glint in her piercing orbs.

Hey! What is that aaawful smell? She asked as casually as she could, her voice wicked, clearly not totally sane.