Blackfeather Woods The Color Out of Space

As they arrived, Eldritch looked upon the altar while Rowan spoke, eyes shining with awe and mystic wonder at the holy site before them. 
She slowly approached the flat stone surface, lowering her head to whisper softly a secret - an unintelligible muttering to those not immediately next to her: 

"My home's perishing was my doing." 

Only Eldritch knew this. The day her and Nyra's father had taken the palefur for his own and done his vile deeds, Eldritch had gone alone to the clan that wiped out the Direfangs. The hunt for offerings was planned. It was put through perfectly. 

But Nyra ran away before Eldritch could tell her the truth. 
And the beast of a woman hadn't been seen since. 

If Rowan heard her, she would explain without regret or apology.