Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

With the herds and plants returning to Teekon Wilds, she was finally ready to summon her mother's spirit. Her mind raced with ingredients and procedures, reviewing what other herbs they needed not only for the ceremony, but the herb store.

Her mind slowed to a halt as the smell of blood filled her nose. A lot of blood. A worrying amount of blood. Curious and nervous at the same time, the witch followed the scent and found a startling sight.

Kendra? She asked rhetorically, her single eye absorbing the scene: Kendra, blood on her mouth, standing over a mangled body. Had this been any other wolf from the Brotherhood, she would have passed it off. But this was Kendra. The quiet girl who studied the world around her with wide-eyed curiosity, who was reluctant to hunt and fight... Did they hurt you? She approached the carcass, wondering if she had done this out of self-defense, or...something else.