Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

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She has no time to respond before the flare is set off, the one to end it all, and her son lunges and in tow, so do the rest. It is in that moment she realizes that a battle is inevitable; blood will be shed on either side, and she accepts such a fate with open arms. But she did not come there to wreck havoc upon the wolves of Teaghlaigh specifically, but those within who caused her such trouble. It is them she truly chooses to prey upon, and only them does she truly have an interest in ravenging. The rest are purely collateral, and her eyes fixate on what the lithe woman claims to be the only reason Dakarai's child lives. Oh, take her she shall. But she must act quickly; those who followed her will have their satisfaction in the punishment of the rest for allowing their wolves to insult Blackfeather in every action, but she admittedly has come for selfish reason. One of those she faces, the woman who placed the deal before them seemingly senses a fight and pushes the tribute forward; without so much as a look, the wraith accepts what she can take and locks her jaw around the nape of the stranger, dragging her forth to the side of Blackfeather Woods. The rest will have their blood, and she shall have her will be done. Leaving the rest in the abduction of the healer, Nemesis casts a nod once more to her son before passing eyes over Miraak, willing him to let what is destined to be done, be done. It is their fight now, and the extend of the disrespect they feel has been shown will judge the severity of their blows. Nemesis has no other quarrel with the wolves of Teaghlaigh now, besides what the ghost of sleeping dogs howl. In a shadowed haste does her presence flee the scene with the mute in tow, taking with her all supposed hopes for Dakarai's son's life. How mistaken is she, but truly does she believe the silver-tongued woman to praise the truth. The son will die, and Dakarai will know pain. It is the last time she will see the wolves of Teaghlaigh in their woods, and ironically enough, it will not be the last time she lays eyes on the woods itself.

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