Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

The woman had kept to herself since she had fulfilled her biological urges; the rest of her season passed over the course of a few days, and a fortnight after the shadow had his way with her, she felt a bit more confident to be seen by the wolves of the wood. Parvati was not typically a private person. She had always been fond of the women back home, coveting their attention and always eager to share gossip with them; here it was different, mainly because her arrival had been such a spontaneous event but also, tragically, because she had kept herself so well hidden that she had yet to introduce herself to anyone.

A part of her was still quite overwhelmed that she had given away such a sacred piece of herself to the stunted man — but Parvati could not take that back now. She did her best to work through her bias privately, and when she emerged from her hiding — finding herself so near the holy altar of Blackfeather, although it held no such relevance to her — she found it easier and easier to focus on the curious world around her rather than the many conflicting sensations she felt inside of herself.

The altar was impressive solely because it was not something she had seen before. She crept towards it without thinking about its intrinsic value, and when she spied the scattered bones upon it, she stopped.

A gasp caught in her throat and she hushed immediately, her ears pivoting back as she realized the species — wolf, but who? And why? What kind of creature would display their dead so openly, and not at least attempt funerary rites? Parvati could not help the sadness that filled her features thereafter; the fear faded after its initial jolt through her system, and all she could do was look upon the remains with a quiet sense of pity.