Shy Deer Steppes he runs, wishing he could fly

Black Hat furrowed his brow at the sound of an unfamiliar voice summoning their leadership along with Hela, of all wolves. Too curious to idly sit by, he made his way to the steppes to investigate, hanging back once he arrived. The white woman was the one who called, and he couldn't help but stare at her mangled state, particularly her face. And he thought he looked rough around the edges.

He watched Hela rush to the wraith's side and shower her in affections that made him resist the urge to gag. This couldn't have been her mother, he heard her mother was confirmed dead. So who was she, a relative? From whence did she hail? Silently, he waited to have his questions answered.