Ravensblood Forest The white owl in the belfry sits.

Even as her patient agreed, Stryx was resigned to her duty. She would find something fresh and return to Raleska's side with it, giving her the majority of the portions, eating just enough and picking at the remains to satisfy the urge to share. She understood that wolves were communal creatures, sociable, dependent on one another. It was not intended as an affront to Raleska by trying to avoid a meal with her; she merely wanted the choice parts to go to the woman who needed them the most.

But she nodded, turning and departing without another comment. The sounds of her steps upon the sand dwindled as she began her hunt alone.