Bearclaw Valley when the sunlight is arising

The priest was brought to the den where the spiderlings slept; the priest did not make much difference between Thief's own or the others, although it was ironic that a wolf with the name of Thief would end up stealing the children of another wolf in the most extreme degree. She watched as the pups blinked up at her, curled together. One arose, waddling towards the entrance of the den and blinking against the light that filtered in.

The message was not entirely clear to the priest, and she canted her head at Thief. What do you want? she asked, ignoring the little spiderling at their feet for now -- and though the priest was not really one to fulfil commands and would not mindlessly do what her dark counterpart would ask, she would not turn down gifts if it were to be so.