Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

Another pack that placed men on the outside. It was funny, the Phantom thought, how similar their worlds were. 
He introduced himself as Derg, a decidedly unpleasant and gutteral sounding name. 
"Derg?" She laughed softly. "What an absolute tragedy of a name. Did your mother despise you?" She couldn't help it. It was the most rediculous thing she had ever heard. "I am Macaria. Goddess of blessed Death. Not a real goddess, of course. High Priestess of Daughters of the Raven." 
He gives instructions to his home, a bloodstone canyon nestled in the mountains. She notes it with a nod. 
"If you know the mountains well, perhaps you can tell me. I smelled pack scent along the coast and nestled among the willows near where I plan to build my home- there is an absolutely beautiful valley nestled in the side of the mountain closest to the sea. Are they friends of yours as well? Or something to be concerned about?" Information such as that was vital to an alliance. The Daughters would be neutral of course, not involving themselves in any quarrel that didn't involve them- but her future Dragon might need to know such things.Besides, if a pack was troublesome...