Deepwood Weald The Pain that withers.

Maiken shifted and stretched her aching muscles. A small purl of her tongue as she gave a soft snort of pain. She didn't cry out or whine. This was not the way of a Svart and she had learned early on that silence was better. It kept you alive. And this wolf reminded her of one who would hate sniveling anyway.

Yes Svart did. She murmured. Though one could argue that I was taught a lesson for my life. Her tone was dry, but that was probably what this was. Some sort of lesson. Of what she didn't know.

Maiken shook her head. They wanted the daughter, but one of the other warriors died to give her time to escape.