Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

She didn't want to get too close to the remains on the altar in case the spirit remained clinging to the bones, and she did not want to draw the evil eye upon herself. But she was curious, and so the wolf drew closer anyway, only to dip away from the altar at the sight of some dried flowers which must have fallen from their place, which she returned to the altar with care, even perhaps a sense of reverence. As Parvati drew back from the altar afterwards, she was struck by a sense of dread — no, it was a smell, something strong and rotten — and she looked over her shoulder to see an approaching figure.

You're new, the wolf said to her — a spoken observation while Parvati's gaze lingered upon them in opposition, although she tried to divert her gaze as the stranger's chin lifted. She found that she couldn't; she was drawn to the twisting scar that blemished the woman's face for a moment too long — but the stranger either did not notice or, perhaps she was used to the curious way people looked at her. She mentioned Ramsay next and Parvati finally managed to look away. She felt herself flush with heat; knowing what they'd done together, what she still craved from him since that event, the secret they kept...

Yes, I am Parvati. The woman licked her lips as she considered what to say, gathering her confidence and composure, but she couldn't think of anything else to say — until she remembered the altar. As casually as she could, Parvati looked to the stone slab with its bones, now with the addition of the rotted bird carcass. Is that an offering? A curious one, if that.