i learned the voices died with me

She made a mental note to have one of her subordinates explore the tunnel someday, just to make sure that no pack lay directly at the end of the dark chasm. And, if they did, that they kept good relations with whoever was at the other side. Blackfeather did not need wolves attacking them in the middle of the night using similar tactics to their own.

"It is Daedric. Mel- is the root word for fire, -dresi means blue, dark blue to be precise.. I'm named after my eyes." 'Twas no lie this time. While Daedric, like Latin for most people, was a dead language, her people used it for names and rituals. It was a strange tongue; she heard it being described as demonic at times, but she always thought it had a lovely lilt to it. "Since we're on the topic of names, what is yours and where does it come from?"