Blackfeather Woods welcome to the war

She listened with quiet intent, wondering what kind of wolf this Meldresi was to have been drawn to the darkness and shadows. She mused over this whilst picking up of a few details -- including Maegis incestuous heritage -- that explained the deformed foot, then. The history of a war came as a small surprise that was accompanied by a drop in her gut. She'd experienced war on her territory and had too lost. And had no land to call her own by the end. But that was the past and this pack was stronger than the last, she would ensure that she, and this pack, did not lose another war; if it ever came to that.

Her mother had had ties to religions and worshipped gods and goddesses that she didn't deign to tell Flicker or her littermates; perhaps that would've came at a certain time, before the wise-woman's death. Oh well. But here they too worshiped gods and goddesses, Mephala and the Night Mother -- perhaps this is why she wasn't told, sounded confusing. Despite herself, a grin spread her maw and found it interesting anyway and wondered, maybe she could get along and follow with this.