Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

No, she barely did know Vanity. Just a familiar name in the wind, a familiar scent that tainted the grounds and memories - but nothing more. If only she knew what her father thought of the harlot, how she was possibly one of the only loyal ones left to his name despite all the shit he put them all through. Perhaps the flame's current mood and outlook of the situation would change and soften. Instead, she remained suspicious. Of her recollection, most hated him, so why would this be any different? 

Who were they? And why were they burried here, she assumed they were considering the state of the skull and how dirty it was... it smelled of these lands too from where she stood. Was it an old friend of her father's too, or some unworthy trespasser that they chose to kill, an unfortunate loss of Vanity's circle?

I am the only one left. She corrected, assuring that she was patrolling these woods now as the only one claiming these lands. Who knows what would happen should a pack come to claim the misty woods for themselves... Conquest would not let them go, not without a fight... not for very long that was for certain. What happened?