Haunted Wood Plate tectonic

The youth came close, speaking to the corpse rather than her she could tell. But the difference between her and Venny was that she was still alive.
Maybe she should've taught him to run faster.
And she could reply.

"It's not. You respected him and wouldn't have been so brash to strike him down in his prime."
He was a good leader. A good man. Maybe Hela shouldn't lead.
One wrong move and Vanity would strike her down. And take her place.
Time would tell if Venny lives on through Serem.

She had to commit to the task at hand before someone found out.
"Tell me how she did it." He must know something, or at least guess how. It would distract her.
The Hispanic took a mouthful of his scruff and started to drag the dead-weight into the borders. There, no one could find him. And he would rest where he'd decided to make home. Vanity herself would take her kin to the mountain. He wasn't her kin.