To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Reaper nodded. "A carnage does hurt but one must endure it for the sake of loyalty and dedication for the pack. The scar doesn't hurt anymore. It's simply there." He told her with a soft hum. He listens intently as she explained the Goddess that her mother knew. The mention of life and death. Of healing. Of her grandmother visiting such a healer that was renowned for her healing. It reminded him of his own pack's gods. That's when he heard the name. Liacye. His blood ran cold and a look of pure shock spread across his face. "You know of Liacye??" He asked in disbelief. How else would she know if such a name? He looked utterly flabbergasted. "She is my great great grandmother." He admitted. He followed behind her, his steps quiet. He was in thinking mode now, his facial features twisted into one of thought. The Celestial Skies pack. He'd never heard of them before. His father never mentioned them. He wondered their history with Seether Carnage. There were numerous packs that were once allied and enemies of Seether. Maybe more than most probably remembered.