Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

What the gasses did to someone was a mystery to Malice. She had only been told one could get very sick from it, and with her being pregnant and all, it really wasn't handy for her to get poisoned. Still, as she watched Cicero out there, she wondered if it really was so bad. Of course, she wouldn't test it since she trusted Burke's word, but it still kept her suspicious. What if the Dark Brotherhood was just hiding something there that she wasn't supposed to see? Then again, what would they hide from her? That they were quite a rough pack, to say the least, was no secret, so what could a pack like this be hiding? Malice sat down as she waited for her only friend in this maze of woods, eager to find out why he wanted to look here.

An unsteady boy made his way back to the clearing, and Malice jumped up at his sight. Was he not well? He did not tell much though, and instead passed her, leaving her to turn her fat body around and off the floor. You mean, with leaves and everything? She questioned, going faster to catch up to Cicero who had had a running start. Where are we going? She questioned again, her curiosity getting the best of her yet again.