Blackfeather Woods Old Wolf, New Tricks

Since the discovery of not only her daughter missing, but her sister and her children; the dark woman had become increasingly irritated. Mostly, for her idiotic ideas of ever welcoming her sister. @Althaia, into her pack in the first place. The girl was a little worm, a walking pity party with her shitty man friend and boatloads of children. Yet, Nemesis had fallen for it by the idea that she could somehow reconnect with the tiny girl she had actually liked once. But now, that boat was sunk eternally after the betrayal. Not only had her sister not shown any interest in her niece and nephews, but had also not bothered to say goodbye nor shared any interest in taking part of their pack life. Nemesis would not have stopped her, had she just explained how the sacrifice of her youngest (and deformed) child had not pleased her. But really, what was the use of a wolf child who could not walk, never mind live past its premature days? Had her sister only seen the value in the sacrifice, the pledge of its everlasting soul to Mephala, the Silencer was sure her sister would have understood.

Alas, it was not meant to be. And now, Nemesis would have her head.
     
  Despite the blood relation to the deserter, Althaia had gotten too close to their Brotherhood, withholding valuable information about the dark pack Nemesis could not afford to be shared. In the comparison of saving the life of a sister who had thrown her generosity back in her face, or the security of the pack she had come to raise, the answer was nothing to debate about. Althaia needed to die. Unfortunately, the dark woman could not afford to travel outside the territory in search of the sister; her gaze could not waver from her young for very long. They had become increasingly mobile, and their attitudes had only heightened. No, she would need to acquire a pawn. The previous subjects had either perished or fled, yet, their ranks had grown; she knew. It was an opportunity the wicked woman would not pass up, nor simply overlook. They had grown a tight circle, and the welcoming of outsiders had become rare. Yet, as if by fate, one had summoned her that day. The woman walked with thundering and opportunistic strides as she met the call.

       “I have a job for you, if you want any chance at becoming a Dark Sister,” Cold eyes met the female's optics, though Nemesis' shoulder broadened as if to size the other up though her rank did not need her to do so. Either way, the female, no matter how old she was, had no choice in the matter. Nemesis did not give the woman a chance to speak in reply before launching on the idea of the quest.

“You will journey to other territories and its packs in search of a scrawny looking girl named Althaia, most likely tagging along will be her three children. They will not have gone far, so your search and its relayed results should take up no time,” It was a lie, of course, yet the woman figured it better sound appealing if she wanted it done at the best proficiency and in a timely manner. “Once you have visited one pack, you will advance to the next, each time posing as a concerned relative in hopes of locating your only surviving family,” The idea of conjuring up a whole new identity for the Tyro was in the slightest bit exciting to her, the work of a spy not an assassin. “If you find her, you will bring me her head,” “If you fail to locate her whereabouts, I will have yours,” The tone of her voice darkened, a gaze unwavering upon the stranger that indicated nothing about her task nor the consequences of failing were of any joking matter.

“Any questions?” The corners of her lips turned upwards in a faux smile that held nothing but a wicked sense of displacement, one that indicated for the other to speak and ask what she needed to ask, but not to question her orders. It was an emotion from the Silencer that sent many into nervous breakdowns.