Blackfeather Woods do not enter, like, seriously.

@Hecate finishing up right where the joining thread left off :)

Once again had she been summoned to give another grand tour, like she knew every rock and crevice Blackfeather had to offer. Why Burke chose her to represent their pack seemed a little less obvious. She was humble, why her? Damien seemed more than eager to fulfill responsibility and probably had the whole Beta thing going for him. The idea send a pang of jealousy, though she quickly shoved it away. She had no right, and she was fine with whatever rank, task or babysitting mission Burke threw at her. She arrived just in time to hear her name being spoken, and the same two weeks rule had been applied. Yet, Burke had seemed more adamant about it than the last few interviews. If this one was a cripple, she was sure to smack herself. A perfect stop given to someone who couldn't even pull their own weight? Who would hunt for her never mind approve her at all. Yet, Burke always had a reason and she respected that. He was kind of a wise grandfather-- though she quickly scrapped that idea, as she was sure the title "grandfather" would not suit his interest. 

She stepped through the trees, eyeing the female. She would not simply have trust for new members, it just didn't work like that. Trust was earned, refined and she could not simply throw it away to any wolf that may end up ditching them or dying. Ayana, Misty, the witchy-woo twins, Lusa and hell, even Akela had left, and some without a word. She found it easier to trust than when she first arrived in at the dark borders, but it would take much time for her to let go of the insecurity she clutched so tightly. So instead, she approached with a calmer attitude, even though the general coldness had never left her eyes. "I am Nemesis,'' She introduced, as she assumed that's what people did when they meet each other. The Dark Mark was evident on her shoulder, it's reflourished red paint sticking out against the black. "Follow me," She indicated, before turning her back to walk inward onto the territory. As she was sure the female was following her, she began to narrate, "There are many dangerous sites in Blackfeather Woods, and general places you want to stay away from unless of course you would like to have temporary projectile," There was a hint of teasing in her voice but the threat was real. The Weeping Meadow was one nasty place and she reaaaally didn't feel like help nursing someone back to proper health.  

 "Hecate," she said, with a polite dip of her head. A large scar -no wait, a mark- was visible on the side of the she-wolf. Hecate took a note of that, and she silently followed the new wolf to wherever she may be led. So, she had two weeks to prove herself. That was enough, or at least it was for Hecate. 

She lightly tread through the possible home. Glancing at the trees, which would be a good resource of moss. The territory seemed dreamlike, with its towering trees and weak fog hovering over the ground. She walked at the pace of Nemesis, but she stayed a little behind, giving her space. 

The silence did not bother Hecate at all, but gave her time to think of what she can do to prove herself.

Silence. She could work with that. The stranger didn't talk much, only offering her name. Hecate, hm. It was interesting to be on the opposite side of a quiet conversation, as she was very much the silent one in many occasions. ''Underneath much of the whole territory is a maze of tunnels, known as Mephala's Web. You can find it's hidden entrances almost everywhere if you look," She continued to walk, knowing that somewhere are there was an entrance. The tunnels were no longer flooded, so it would be okay to investigate it's multiple caves. Hecate was no walking beside her, but in her blind spot, something that highly aggravated her. But she ignored it, the female was now apart of the dark pack and was forbidden to attack fellow members. Moving on from the topic, she charted her course to the center of the territory. On their was they would pass many vital sections, including the Mire and the Weeping Meadow. 

"We will stay clear of the Namira's Mire, though you may see it as we continue. The Mire along with Weeping Meadow are inhabitable places, which, like I said, unless you're looking for trouble you probably shouldn't go. The meadow can affect your health just by breathing it's air," She had never been in that place, and never wished to. The whole ordeal with temporarily losing her eyesight had increased her paranoia of bad health. Waiting for this information to sink it, she holded off from continuing with the tour until the dangers of the territory actually reached the female's brain. Spotting in her footsteps, she waited for Hecate to catch up, not wanting to lose the new blood on her first day.

Sorry for the wait!

  Mephala's Web, it was called. She gave a small nod, and they continued the tour. The other spots, Namira's Mire and Weeping Meadow, seemed to interest Hecate more. She wondered how and why these places where so dangerous. Was there a gas that was released into the air due to the plants? Hecate wasn't sure. Though, she noted not to get near these areas, as the she-wolf described how bad it was.

She made her course to the center of the territory, where much of the sections led. In the heart of the woods was Redgrove, a place she had not visited since the incident with Pietro and Kendra. Glancing back at Hecate, she wondered if the girl was still following her. She wouldn't mind if she wandered off on her own, as long as she didn't think that the idea of fun was prancing around in the Weeping Meadow. Perhaps she would lead her to Venus for assessment, no doubt she could find something to speed up the healing process on Hecate. The sooner she healed, the better in all opinions. Her eyes returned to see the familiar display of red not that far ahead. Stopping in her footsteps, she waited for the female to stop beside her.

"This is Redgrove. Everyone is forbidden from entering, or face the wrath of the Alpha. Our former Dark Queen rests inside," She explained, eyeing the grove with a hint of sadness in her voice. If anyone, and even worse, if Hecate was found in there snooping about Meldresi's corpse on purpose, that would most likely be the end of her future in Blackfeather. "Any questions so far?" She turned back to the female, giving her the chance to speak before they continued. 

Hecate murmured a quick inaudible prayer to the fallen wolf before returning her focus towards Sister Nemesis. She seemed to miss the Dark Queen a lot, Hecate thought. 

 Tilting her head towards the she-wolf, she thought for a moment, her blue eyes flickering. "Would thy know of how many wolves are in this Brotherhood?", she asked after a moment. The question could also answer if she would bump into other wolves during her time here. Where there more hunters or healers? She wondered, but didn't ask. She was taught that words were precious things that were not to be wasted. And now it had become quite a habit she didn't really want to lose.

 Her limbs felt as if they were being burnt, and Hecate carefully tried not to injure them anymore. She shifted her pose so she rested on the less wounded limbs, as she awaited the answer.

Her eyes glanced downward, indicating to the dark mark that rested on her shoulder. Anyone initiated into the Brotherhood bore the red paw print, though currently only three of them in total counted. The rest of the pack were novices, awaiting a mark of their own. She had been awarded it, instead of completing her training, something that made her feel highly guilty. She was yet to seek out Burke for the continuation of her training but the timing never seemed right. There was so much to do an so minimal time for much else. Perhaps she would seek out other help, after all, Burke had mentioned sparring as a good form of training. Yet, she could not match anyone to be at good level or start. Challenging, yet not dangerous. Kove seemed to fit the criteria, though she had not felt his presence in too long. It worried her. He had not left, that much she knew, but where had he gone. Was he ignoring her? The idea seemed unlikely to match his promise of seeking her out more. What even were they? Not a couple but not nothing. It pained her mind to think too much of it, so she pushed it away for now. She would have to go looking for answers, something she hoped never to do. 

"All formal Brotherhood members can be recognised by the red paw print on their shoulders, the Dark Mark. Everyone else are novices, apprentices as they work towards their goals," She explained. She knew she could not share much, the two week rule stopped her from doing so. The Brotherhood had it's secrecy, something that was greatly valued. After the few weeks, they would explain much of what was to be known to the new initiates. It was their own security system, a way of keeping their secrets to only those who stuck around long enough to be worthy of them. It was quite different from the way Blackfeather used to run, they did not harbour anyone but the black in heart and the potentialists for their Brotherhood. It had made it harder to join, yet made them stronger.

She didn't really answer the question, but Hecate being polite, didn't point this out. Maybe the female did it on purpose, maybe not. Instead, the she-wolf talked about the 'Dark Mark', in which they completed a trade they would earn. Which must've been what the mark on Sister Nemesis's side was. Did that make Hecate an apprentice? Who else was a healer? Was there naturalists here? Questions flew around her head, but she still kept silent. Hecate awaited for the she-wolf to move on with the tour. 

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Still, nothing. There had to be something that interested the female. Sighing, she looked around, as if a new conversation starter was lingering in the trees somewhere. The borders were not that far behind them, leading her to remember the golden rule of wardening. "All trespassers are to be killed on sight, or run far enough away from the territory. Unless they are on business with the Alpha or the Brotherhood, they should be behind the very noticeable bloody border," It was exhauting to see how many wolves just stepped over the rotting carcasses smack onto their territory without asking themselves if the bloodstained line was perhaps a warning. "We follow rules just like any other pack, you don't have to like eachother but we forbid harmful intent or maiming of any kind against your fellow pack mates," Some still had to be reminded, after all, they obtained some of the most dangerous and deranged stranger out there with the nastiest of tempers. "There are no required trades, yet we do encourage all members to pursue their own strengths. We have many fighters and budding healers of different kinds," She mentioned, if trades were something the female was readily interested in. Or some just didn't, thinking of Cyn who hadn't obtained a trade at all. Yet she knew than some had their own troubles to deal with without adding a job onto the lot. Though pure laziness would not be tolerated, everyone pulled their own weight. 

"Since you have your own injuries, I expect to see you working diligently to heal. I suggest to seek out our soon to be healer Venus, she will be able to help you with a speedy recovery and painkillers. But once you've healed, downtime will not be possible for very long. Both me and the Alpha will be watching to see you've pulled your own weight and contributed, is that clear?'' She did not say it in a scolding way, but setting down expectations was a must, especially with the new ones. She looked long at the female, no speculation present in her eyes. "I will let you go here, if that is all. Venus should be around here somewhere, if you'd like some help," She glanced above the female, though did not see the familiar face. She wouldn't mind being dumped another patient, she assumed, after all from what she got from Kendra, the female was quite talented at the herbs and medicines. It was another security thing, for the to be suing their supplies on the stranger. It showed their belief in her, but was yet to receive from the other end, if that was the kind of person Hecate was. 

Hecate glanced at the borders as Sister Nemesis discussed the topic of getting rid of trespassers. But when she began to talk about its alright not to like each other, Hecate frowned before hastily calmed her expression. Isn't it important to build trust with your pack mates? Maybe things were different here. 

 Moving onto the topic of trades, Hecate didn't find very important, but she still listened. She was hoping to pursue the trades of being a naturalist and/or a healer.

 After, she began to talk about her wounds. Hecate gave a quick nod towards Sister Nemesis. Honestly, Hecate thought she had enough knowledge to heal completely, but she decided she would find 'Venus'. Her bright blue eyes immediately began to scan the area for herbs and something to heal with. Remembering the wolf, she looked back to the she-wolf (not in the eyes, obviously), who was going to end the tour right here. Hecate politely smiled at the dark wolf and said her thirteenth and fourteenth word for during the whole tour; "Thanks. Goodbye." 

 Hecate was like an old wolf in a young wolf's body. She held many memories and knowledge, too much for a two year old, but natural for a previous alpha. She dragged her mind away from the past and back into reality, in which she had wounds to attend to.