Altar of Twilight She demands a sacrifice.

arunik'a contemplated her companion's query, her slender muzzle tilting in his direction. what would they do with him? it seemed a paltry offering to give molech the deceased blood of a heathen crone; molech was all deserving, and commanded that those in the light be sacrified.
 
"nothing." she supplied, shouldering him gently as a wolf approached. a wolf who instantly assumed it was they who had caused the dead's last breath. arunik'ra snorted in contempt -- she was half the dead wolf's size. "a silly question." the red priestess chided, still taken aback by the female's accusation. her ears pressed sharply forward as a howl sounded -- shortly after a second wolf flanked the stranger.