Twenty seventh Sun of the Sixth Umbral Moon
There has been more sparing at the Wolf den, people challenging each other and forming bonds of kinship. Ana my matron and now my mother, is constantly taking challenges.
I do not know if that makes us stronger, though I do learn from such spars. I wonder now if I did not hold back what such a fight would be like. I no longer fear harming others, my brother is gone, his soul and wants silenced. I do not think my eyes will turn black and my actions no longer my own again. Only now do I fear the call of the Raven, the old mark starting to surface. A new wolf was at the spars, a Roe who says he was raised by clan. I find this to lift my spirits. Though I do not know the way of his adoptive parents, he is one who is lost to bloodlust when he fights. He had told Matron about a bunch of mean miqo’te, she fears it is more blood clan coming to seek us out. I know that the Bat clan has the Watcher’s clan marked for death. I fear their influence is growing and the coming blood clans will soon act under their lead. Four dead Jackals, and I did not find a Raven. I know there will be shadow walkers with them. The Raven are not trusting and would never allow such an unpredictable clan to wander unchecked. I was right, the Raven had hoped to take most of us out with poison. If I had not gotten the Herbs from Allie I would not have had enough antidote to counter it. Though as counters go it is a long way from perfect. I hope some day one of the Wolves’ alchemists could work on it.
I had froze Book, the Raven in my mind. I did not see most of the fight, I saw the first sacrifice. It made me slow, and unable to stop the attack fully. I live, she did miss my heart. “Fusa” is what she hissed at me. The Raven knows me, knows I am here, and will become a problem. My Rune Wolf was there, he was at my side. I do not know yet, I do not know how to feel about the pain. I see the pain in his eyes when he sees me injured, I do not know if I can balance being a Maiden and some day matron with this feeling of disappointing him.














