Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

Her head tilted, red ears attentive to the fast-growing woman. She supposed her friend was right -- wolves like them only came back stronger -- and she returned her wicked grin. Her golden gaze turned back to the alter, watching with mild curiosity now; there wasn't much that truly disgusted her. 

She supposed that creation and death were the core elements to what kept the world alive, for if nothing was born nothing would live; and if nothing died they would all be miserable. Her gaze hardened on the offering and thought about Maegi's offer. She knew she had the guts and the forest appeared to need new blood; but what of the founding blood? The blood of Meldreisi that Maegi had spoken of. 

That was of no matter to her, " I would be honored to assist the Dark Brotherhood," she again let that wicked smile crack her maw; however she knew not what the Brotherhood would hold for her future. "I will do whatever the Brotherhood asks of me. My loyalty lies with these woods now, and most of all with you." Her eyes found Maegi's face again, her eyes caring.