Felltree Marsh It can turn your heart black

Felltree Marsh might as well be de facto their territory, now, with the eye Avicus has cast upon it since Shey's death. she's prowled along the borders, and deeper in, still haunted by the memory of that white bitch taking yet another of her wolves.

and then she sees him.

hey, she commands, thrusting her chin in the air. he's near the scene of the crime, looking wary, and his smell is unfamiliar to her.

wha' you doin' here? Avicus continues, marching down the path toward the rugged old man—yes, he's up there in years, she sees now. bigger than her, and probably stronger, but he can't match her bloodlust for anything, she wagers.

her indigo eyes burn into his wizened face, searching.