Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

Kinvara nodded, intrigued though she might have run the other direction I'd any mention of their worship was made. It seemed like a normal enough pack to Kin but then she didn't know much beyond the name and that it was nearby. 

Kinvara glanced around as if by saying the name would draw her demons from the shadows, or worse: her last master. "Dey are insane. Dey use blood magic and crus de weak benea' deir paws. I was a slawe to dem," Kinvara explained in hushed tones, red eyes flicking around worriedly.