Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

The woman knew she wasn’t the best of company, but at least her heart held loyalty; and to Maegi that loyalty lied. She supposed it stretched to Relmyna, for she allowed her into the pack. Flicker nodded, taking on Maegi’s thoughts to contemplate when alone. 
But no one had told her of the supposed captive. 

Drawing her thoughts back to the original purpose, she questioned the motives of the pack and remembered that there had been a previous war. Licking her muzzle in thought, the woman answered her friend's question, if only to buy her time to ask of the captive; if she thought the wraith was in a well enough state. ”My mother worshipped Gods day and night. After she realised the extent of my...hellish ways, she moved to border the line between insanity and reality,” her lips tightened but still let a small laugh escape, ”she tried to sacrifice me, of course, it didn’t work, but it wasn’t long before my territory was taken over.” Her gaze tilted to Maegi and she’d come to a conclusion. 

She’d ask about the intruding males another day.