Wild Berry Meadow dig that hole, forget the sun

Flicker trailed around somewhere behind Mou. Begrudgingly, she'd add. She didn't talk much, kept herself to herself unless spoken to.
This was going to take forever, this escapade to the woods. She huffed often, quietly enough so the scarred pair didn't notice. Mou was interesting, spoke funny. She could've ended like him, voice broken.
She was lucky not to.
If it weren't for Yakone.

The woman often missed her late mate, he'd kept some semblance of morality planted in her; it'd manifested itself as her thought of what was right and wrong. She supposed if one wolf is killed it was right for vengeance.
At least it was something, not mindless killing like Meztli wanted, eh? 

Whatever. She didn't think of it much.
A hunched, deformed shape that spoke a wrongness trundled towards them. Maegi had seen and called out a name.
Ramsey.
Her brows furrowed, stepping forward to close up the ranks should this macabre seeming thing turn into something that would try to instigate death upon the trio.