Blackfeather Woods drunk and driven by a devil's hunger.

relief takes centerstage in praimfaya's play of emotions to hear that hela saw no young cub recently. this was a terrible place to get lost, especially because praimfaya got the suspicion that the ravens were just waiting to swoop down upon fresh meat. well, he's young. praimfaya offers with a slight rise and fall of her shoulders in thade's defense ...though it was weak. she doesn't know much about the child to be able to say for certain or not whether he fit her or hela's description of 'smart'. he's been gone for quite a while. praimfaya does not think he will be found, that mahler has sent her a wild goose chase ...and yet, she obliges the gargoyle all the same. i feel like i'm chasing a myth rather than a boy. she admits quietly.

freeing the thought that buzzed 'round in her mouth like a swarm of bees fighting to get free.

again, she tries to put herself in mahler's place. she tries to envision how far she would go if it were her child and comes up, once more, empty jawed.

blodreina had sacrificed her life, endured great pain the short time she lived after being crushed, for praimfaya. though the wanheda wants to claim she would do the same for her kids ...she can't. she isn't sure she would — easier to think in the here and now when she remained yet unable to have cubs.

you don't smell of nightwalkers. praimfaya murmurs, figuring it didn't hurt to shift the conversation now that she was confident she would not find thade in the dark woods.