Grouse Thicket how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul?

AW - maybe someone from Arthendal?

something had come and paintstakingly made the river its' bounty, the reed-shorn bank its claim. the gamine priestess felt repelled by the scents that patrolled heavily the river's flanking, and with a groan she made south.

she had planned to cross at the southwest junction, but the fiercely laid scat and markings said plainly their purpose. inwilling to trespass (and equally unwilling to callous her paws further) the priestess sat at the bank and pondered her options.