Dangerous Secrets

Voodoo had made her own den, her mother had become... preoccupied as of late. Not that the girl considered it a bad thing, she loved Deathbelle and the fact her mother was becoming more active for one reason or another was great. However, she pushed the thought aside as she picked through the nightshade leaves. She had dried them for days keeping them in the little nooks of her cavern den. Memories of the darkness wretched her with guilt. Or was it pleasure? She couldnt figure out if she wanted to do MORE of that, or MORE of healing. Voodoo frowned, she couldnt tell anyone but she wanted to tell someone.

She stood just outside the den, picking up the nightshade leaves she carefully stuffed them into a rock shelf before carrying herself to the nearby stream. Just on the edge of the nook, she used it to thoughourly clean her paws. Reminding herself not to lick them for the next day or so. Sitting down the regal wolf puffed up her chest. She was getting stronger every day, but she still didnt know what she wanted to do!