These night rituals were not so strange. She gave an offering to the spirits so that her children might live. They would feast upon the life of the rabbit, and not be tempted to drink of her children. That, in her infinite wisdom, was the way to protect them. It was payment for all the necromancy she performed; life to beget life, death to stave off death.
The blood still stains her muzzle as she comes upon the wolf that was not here before. Her ears flick. Her eyes glimmer.
"Threadmarked?"
Her voice is soft, cautious. She licks the blood from her fur.
"Have you been taken, then?"
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best
