Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

The spook laughs again, smirking. "This is my little gift to the area - not myself" she finally corrects the man "you scorn children, but so too does the Mother" stillbirths, miscarriages... failed attempts at breeding. All the ire reserved for a place that cannot hold any new faces. "without new life, the old dies and generations perish." No one to carry on the precious bloodline.

She turns to look at him, fixed on his face. A face she could never hope to see. "Nature needs proper worship" the spook says with weight "else it gives nothing back. Give something, expect something in return. Bargains" she utters breathlessly "are what make the earth go around." It was the same with trifle alliances in packs. Expect to give, expect to take. What matters is what you personally got.

She grins, her teeth still bloody. "So I merely bargained with the earth" she snickers "and you assisted. Expect something to come your way, cher."