Blackfeather Woods but i'm just saving two!

He stood over her, eying her stomach for the bleeding spots. The spot that bled immensely, and made for sweet drink. He punctured the flesh, and the crimson flowed. "Twist lucky. Darkness favor her, she not die today. She must have punishment"he licked the spot that bled, let the crimson soaked thing trail along her soft stomach until it met the base of her tail, where it lingered for a moment.

Then, slowly and cruely, began to carve a symbol into her stomach.