Shadewood chaos lives in everything

Kind, he says. Poltergeist's mind played the word in her head but failed to make a connection. It was like she had said to the blood prince; a bargain was to be made. Karma came to those that made 'kind' gestures. "We shall see, when and if the women give birth" the spook responded "whether their children are healthy, and blessed by their communities."

She was not one to shy from culling a herd. T'was what a wolf naturally did in the wild. A sick prey was easy prey. They plucked the weak from the land so the herd may continue to live healthy lives until the next meal was given. Her neck craned almost dangerously to the side as she regarded the ebony male. "You speak as if you have practiced your own crafts" she pointed out softly.

It was a purr, inviting him to say more should he wish.