Felltree Marsh It can turn your heart black

brows lift at the explanation from a second burly wolf, and her tail lashes behind her. why here? why now? one lone wolf isn't concerning, but two brings up her alarm.

where you goin'? Avicus queries, cocking her head. who are you?

and the scent of blood. . . it rises acrid and pungent around them, but she mentions it not. and she's ready to call her packmates if need be.