Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

So, the old hag had killed a child in another pack. That made Sarah alert and like the black-headed woman even less than before, but she was wise enough not to burst out in a justified anger. She knew she was no better than this woman - they both were killers with a past record and it made no difference, whether it was a cub with a broken spine, suffering from crimes of his or hers parents, or it was a loner that had been perceived as danger and finished off few miles off the pack's territory.

"I don't think you will need my services," Sarah shook her head, smiling cynically. "I risk of being very much doomed, should you change your mind in the process," she added a brief explanation, which she believed to be very true in regards of the stranger. That wolf had an aura of a person, who has an iron-grasp on their life-thread. They would outlive everyone out of spite and need for a revenge. "Someone else might take the job though, I don't imagine they will feel very sorry for you," she observed and smiled at the end of this morbid joke.

"Now that you are still alive - and I believe you will be for a while - what are your next plans? Another revenge?" she asked curiously.