Emberwood it will finish you if you stop

I like to keep an open mind, she replied with a slight shrug of one shoulder. What's more interesting, anyway? Dying, or getting to come back and haunt someone you don't like? Fennec smirked, then felt her tail brush a tree. Pausing, she stepped towards it and scratched an itch deep in her side. Useful and it put her scent down, two for one.

She didn't pause long, and if Ingrid didn't notice, she'd only be a few paces behind. I've got a few in mind that could use some of that. Her mind turned to Bronco's hunters and the satisfaction she'd feel driving them all to horrible ends. Things like curses had always been a joke before, but now, finally, Fennec knew what hatred tasted like. Plus, a proper witch can never disappear completely.

Some might find the subject of their own death a little morbid, but Fennec didn't seem to notice.