Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

Follow me. She told the future mother, then turned in the direction of the Glen. A knot still riled in her stomach at the thought of this woman giving birth in the Dark Brotherhood's nursery, but the blood of those pups had darkness in them. They were going to be born in these Woods, and they would be Dark Brothers or Sisters. She would make sure of that.

They walked south, following the Creek to where it spilled over into the Glen. They wouldn't be able to enter from here, but she would lead Malice to the slope once she had witnessed the Glen from a higher position. Here. The Spiderlings' Glen; our nursery.