Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

Milan laid across the den entrance like a soft wall, watching the puppies as they inspected their brother and seeked comfort from their mother. She felt horrible knowing how scared they must have been.

No. The men aren't allowed to strike us unless we do something wrong, and I knew how to keep quiet. She had seen it happen though. Women who arrived in the mornings injured and silent, how a Domina would come to clean her without asking what happened; she already knew. It was always them who told the men of wrongdoings. I didn't have a husband yet, that made it easier. Most girls were married as soon as they were yearlings, but my father was picky with his daughters. Not so much picky as devisive; they were dangled as rewards for the highest ranking men.

I don't know why I left. I had heard stories of the wider world from my cousins, but I think I felt safe at home for a while. It wasn't entirely a lie, but Milan knew exactly why she had fled. One morning her parents had left along with a Domina and the heads of the council, they were gone until nightfall. She had waited up for them, went to greet her mother as she always did, but something was wrong. Her mother was there physically, but it seemed to Milan that the rest of what made her familiar was gone. There was dried blood on her head, surely her own. Milan was told to return to her den, she did. 

The next week she ran, perhaps selfishly, for fear that one day whatever happened to her mother would be done to her. Her mother had been a good wife; obedient, quiet, and talented in her craft. Milan never understood why she had been made to change into such a husk.

..Maybe we she move. You could be right, and he could have others with him. But were the pups old enough? How far could they go? Maybe it's time to go to the Stone Circle with Sven, even if it's only for a little while.