Blackfeather Woods Full of death and glory

The woman sought through her memories for the words that Maegi spat at her like venom. She knew she'd said something, but what?

"It unsettled greatly," the woman followed at the side of the Listener, "she told me to never say it again." Just the hazy memory of the light leaving the wraiths eyes and the emotionless voice. Perhaps whoever Molag Bal was, he had scared Maegi greatly.
Oh, what little did the woman know about her friend.

Looking up slightly, the trees still flitted with the images of the black-birds that must stay here throughout the winter. At least some semblance of life would remain here, then.