Ravensblood Forest commune

Violante snorted softly, her black eyes narrowing. She was well into her first month of pregnancy, and so her patience was thin, especially for strangers. When she spoke, her words were sharp, and cool, "We have no time for this nonsense. Sacrarium has no religion. Leave." She advanced forward a step, her hackles bristling. Sacrarium really didn't have time - two litters were well on their way, and their people needed training before the whelps arrived.