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Whisper nods and whistling a little, she snaps her fingers and points out into the tall grass. Looking around she smiles, watching the hound bound out into the grass, it's large body pushing it aside and then out in to the slightly lower knee high grass, it's from becoming a dinstant shadow.

"It will howl when it finds something, and will try to pin them in..."

"Trust me deary, if you ever got on my bad side you would be dead before you knew... If I did not kill you, my husband's sisters would see that it was done..." She smiled at Morgana, letting her know that she meant nothing by the statement, it was just her way to be blunt and tactless.

Sure it got her in trouble a lot, but it was the code she lived by.

Bowing her head a moment in thought she finally looked up at Morgana once more.

"Expected yes... Have to... No, you could refuse the call to battle that is within your right, you would just have to live with the fact that someone might die because you were not there to help..." There was no attempt to guilt in her voice, just cold truth.

Even as the icy chill of Whisper's words left her lips, the deep unearthly baying of the hellhound filled the air.

Whisper nods before letting out a loud whistle. The Hound herded the deer towards and in front of them, it's large size and strange scent fightening the animals into a frenzy causing them to run away from it as fast as they could and towards the two women.


"Take your pick, unless you want me to kill one of them for you," Whisper smiled, turning her gaze to Morgana and waiting for her answer.

Whisper let out a very slow breath as she watched the arrow in flight, she did not need to guess if the arrow was going to hit it's mark, she was doing the math in her head as she watched it fall and she knew already that it was going to hit.

It was not a clean killing shot, but it stopped the already wounded doe, the arrow lodging in it's chest a few inches above the heart, painful, and a slow kill.

Whisper shook her head slowly, and once the rest of the rest of the heard passed she whistled again, calling the hound off and back to her side, as moved to pull her knife out of one of her pouches.

"A few inches lower and that would have been a very nice shot..."

Whisper nods, before kneeling down next to the doe she pulled out a small bucket from her pouch, and placed the doe's neck over it, then, running her blade cleaning along it's jugular vein she let the blood drain out so as to not poison the meet. Shaking her head slowly she chuckles.

"Remind me to import guns then, when the trading starts..." Shaking her head she doubted very much any Dragon would ever use a gun, and if they did then the world was going to be a very sad place indeed.

Whisper licked her lips as she looked into the quickly filling bucket. "Hopefully the deer won't over flow the bucket... I'd like to get some of this on ice... so it don't go rancid on me..."

For Whisper, blood was also a necessity, her own body never produced enough to keep her alive.

She had a little stockpile with her that she always carried, but this would make sure she didn't have to do that.

Once the doe was drained she started to get to work on butchering the doe, there were no trees nearby, but a large rock sufficed to lay the meat out and the skin. She buried the organs, the ones they couldn't eat anyway, and started to cut up the rest into easy wrapped portions before doing just that, using parchment from another pouch before placing them in a slightly large blue pouch. Once she had butcher the doe she rolled up the skin, placing it in another pouch, having left just enough meat for the night.

Reaching into another pouch she pulled out a couple of bottles and started pouring the blood into them, before capping them and placing them in her blue pouch.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Whisper said as she looked over at Morgana, noticing her looking for the floating ball of fire she snapped and the ball Flew over beside Morgana hovering a few feet to her right and withing arm's reach.

"I'm sure he had his reasons, I'm not defending him, everything has a reason, it may not have been a good reason, or even a reason that is remotely sane... But he had a reason for choosing to do what he chose to do. I was lucky enough to grow up with a father who loved me, who took care of me even when my real mother was absent... If he was not there to care for me he left me in the care of well... a wolf..." Whisper chuckled shaking her head.

"I had an interesting childhood..." She sighed as she reclined against the rock, kicking her legs out as she relaxed. Breathing softly she closed her eyes, invisible as they were behind her veil. She hummed a few notes before singing softly a tune Morgana might have heard if she ever listened to Torvil when he thought nobody was around.

It was a short little tune, gentle and light, the kind of music you hum or sing to a child to calm it down when it's woken from a nightmare or to get it back to sleep.

Whisper chuckles and nods her head slowly. "Maybe you should show him that, show him what he's lost... Take my father with you and prove to him that he's burned one bridge to many... My father can be a very persuasive man when he tries to be..."

Whisper shook her head slowly and watched Morgana cook the meat. "Strange... I've never seen someone immune to the heat of fire before... What spells do you use?"

Fire was Whisper's greatest nemesis and it caused her the most pain, which was why she tried to control it the most with spells.