venom of venus

Modesty finished stitching up the worst of Jael's wounds and dressing the others while she spoke. At least it served as a distraction for the other woman but something she said drew Modesty's brows together in more than concentration on the task at hand. Something she had said had gotten the leader to thinking. The Hallows kept crows, it gave them a lot of extra eyes, a way to send messages out when they otherwise couldn't. “The pigeons, the come back don't they?” Even in the strongest storms, the bird never seemed to stay gone for long. “Do you think they could be trained for message delivery? Scouting even perhaps? Or maybe we would have to catch pigeons when we raid other packs and keep them in a roost here to let loose when we need to send a message?” Of course, there was every chance they were too dumb to be much use too, but if they were going to roost on her islands, it seemed a shame not to put them to earning a keep if they could. It also might keep Jael distracted from the other wolves that were slowly trickling in after the raid.

“Speech.”