Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

The captain earned a laugh from her at his final threat. Fine by me. All things should come with consequence, should they not? Consequences, consequences, a natural result of any course of action, the gamble of good or bad, still hung in the balance. If anything, it was a good motivator for a job well done. Not really like she had much choice at the end of the day, but she could hold a fraction of power by simply accepting it. God knows none would see her beg.

Vermin made of ink drew closer on light feet, a practiced dancer drifting across the shallow snow beneath them. The weight of danger lifted from the air; imminent danger, at least. She could work with that.

Oh yes came with a drawal, a museful affirmation. but not quite wolf. This one is Worm. She gave no elaboration to her claim, left it cryptic in the air between. But.. y'can call me whatever you like. M'not picky. bony shoulders rolled indifferently. She was to be servant to their pack until the debt was paid, what did she care what she was called?