Haunted Wood we were hungry before we were born

The Nightwalker, in every sense of the word, prowled upon the gathering at last. She'd kept to the fringes, hearing Hela's declaration and the cries of what was either outrage or shock. Probably both.
How did the Fire-screamer fall the titan?
Goliath and David.

"Well that is rather unexpected news." Her eyes fell hard on the battered Hela, Vanity herself brushing her shoulder across Black Hat's rump, feeling his brooding simmer radiate.
A newcomer, silent. Either shock or not knowing what to expect from a child.
Hela, one she'd advised herself. Bested a man Vanity was too incompetent to handle.
He got under your skin.
"I suggest you make a lot of friends very quickly girl, there are ones within and outside this forest that would do the same to you."
She, of course, didn't know what she'd done to Venny, but she'd find and inspect the body. 
Her eyes didn't leave Hela's form as she circled, pausing by the newly appointed General.
Poor, mateless Serem. Such a hard life she has to live.

Vanity touched her nose to the base of the shadow's ear, comforting and questioning.
Can I at last own you?
"You're wise, but be sure who you take advice from." 
Vanity decided there that she'd adhere to the girl for as long as she was wise.
Any slip up, and Vanity wouldn't hesitate to be first in line.