Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

The part of her that terrified her birth pack was her admiration of blood. What they failed to understand was that blood was not the source rather how thin the line between life and death could be crossed so easily. Why else when committing atrocities would she stop to watch as life drained from her prey or victim, trying to watch for the moment the soul left the body, that spilt second of purgatory.

So when she spoke this time, it was as if the shadows of the forest begun to draw to her, her coat bristling not from the breeze but in admiration as her brilliant marigold eyes lit up like a fire in the void, "Sacrifice through blood."

Her tone seemed to capture the ethereal aura that her abuela carried whenever she spoke of spiritual matters, "In the before times blood was said to be the ultimate tribute to the gods, that to give would be to show pure devotion in exchange for power. We were a strong pack and in order to maintain strength at the beginning of the winter solstice, the warriors were set to spar and the one with the most losses..." She trailed off, a sly grin crossing her face for in her spars, she had held the most wins.

"There was a volcano with a trail our pack would walk following behind el sacrificio and when we reached the top, el sacrificio would give himself back to earth through fire."