Blackfeather Woods and keep it all on the inside

set Aug. 4, after this thread

In the days following Parvati's death, Maegi drifted aimlessly, sleeplessly, through the woods. Much like Mou had been, she was little more than a ghost, staring into space. She kept moving, wary that the strange cocktail of guilt, anger, and satisfaction would assail her once more if she halted. It was much better to keep going. It was much better to feel nothing.

'Round and 'round the borders she went today, a silent sentinel. Marking here and there, freshening her own stale scent and bolstering that of the other guardians of Blackfeather. None would trespass here if they valued their lives. This was a place of refuge for those who respected the gods—and a tomb for those who did not.

How would have Ramsay reacted to the woman's demise? He had sired her pups, after all. But she had never seen her brother exhibit much love toward the woman, nor really his children, and he had vanished without word. Perhaps he had despised her, too. . .enough to leave his home behind.

She was dead. Her body rotting, her soul in the Void. And while Maegi relished her absence, a small part of her was aware that what she had done would haunt her for a long while—if not right up until the moment of her own death.

Forgive me, Peryite, for I have sinned.

But was it truly a sin if the perpetrator felt no remorse?