Erebus was up to something involving these damned wolves. He had his clan frequently the carcasses as often as they could, and it seemed to her that they were using them as their main food source. Lazy bastards. While her conspiracy did take from the carcasses, they had their own food supplies as well, not focusing on just one major food source. For what if this pack up and left one day? Would the so called 'Dark Lord' abandon his kingdom for that?
Suspicious about what the crow was up to, Morrígan, and a few of her spies, went followed after Erebus and his bodyguards, towards the edge of the territory, where another, young crow sat perched. Erebus spoke to him personally, making Morrígan believe that he was a spy, for she was not close enough to hear the two converse. "What is that crafty bastard up to now...?" the Raven Queen hissed to herself.
