It had been a month since she last conferred with her sister on the state of the realm. The young doll moves easily through the marshy fields of the Ruieze region. Rage, undiluted and hot, burns in her veins. Another failure. Their dam seemed no more capable of taking down elders than a child was protecting itself from her fangs. Two she may be, but a seasoned killer already. This time, she only wished to be reunited with her sister after so long of only glimpsing her. Their separation from one another was done, this she decreed in mind and in deed.

She knows her sister does not hear as everyone else, but still she howls out, her knowledge of vibrations in the air having been given by her upbringing with Gehenna. Oft times, the deaf sister would know of things approaching before even Widow's black ears ever heard the rustle of leaves. She missed the silent back up, the one no one would suspect was as dangerous as her mouthy counterpart. It was time to discuss what should be done about their mother, and her countless failures at putting them back in the running to inherit a crown. Perhaps, they could begin training with each other, this way they can become stronger. Or maybe they could go and pick a fight with someone, just to know what they were capable of. The possibilities for learning how to use their murderous ways in a manner they could win a crown with were endless.

First, she had to locate Gehenna. Then their mother, and then they could begin her plans.