Blackfeather Woods my life and all seemed turned to clay

The moment the blood was added, everything changed. The air grew colder, a chill in the air that blew through the spirit's fur. A shiver ran down her spine and she stared at the blood, though her pale eyes did not truly seem to focus upon anything mortal or physical in this realm. She breathed steadily as she fell into a sort of trance.

There before her she saw a blur, a ghost, perhaps. One eye one colour, the other another. She stared into the air where she saw his visage and he whispered the words to her, like Sithis would. She could not make out his face or the colours of his fur or his eyes but he was there, she was sure of it -- proven by his whispered words...

The outer world is a reflection of the inner world, the vague visage of a man murmured to her, and her glossed over eyes stared at it, not understanding the words -- their meaning, anyway -- but taking them with her, anyway.