Ravensblood Forest mummy don't know

there is a good chance, they know, that they will be their own worst enemy in regards to finding a pack. it was simply the way of things. they were lucky that their nightwife had been leader of blackwater...but this sort of luck was not bound to last. there was a hesitation when they offered their preffered name; small. but there nonetheless. it draws no surprise from the dreadfather that it is not taken warmly.

one of many, they offer in a breath. i will answer to ingram, too. cloying words linger sweet like honey upon their tongue. the name tastes familiar but not entirely pleasant: like lukewarm tea left to brew for too long. sweetly bitter. they prefer the dreadfather: as names, titles, they were important.