Morrigan shot the male a wary, frightened look. "I... I was supposed to die last winter, when I was born. If I don't put the death on others, he'll kill me this winter." She looked at the ground. "I'm bad luck..." She was trembling, but the older female's words made her look up again, though she had no real idea of what the other was talking about. Draw spirits? See something onther than what was in front of her? She had never done that. Still, one thing stood out from the rest of her speech.

"A protection from dying?" Oh, yes, she was interested in that. "I don't think I could ever do any of that... I just bring misfortune. To others. To myself." She curled her scrawny tail downwards, flattening her ears and whining. Her instincts screamed to run away right now, before they caught on and drove her out and killed her for being bad luck, but the hostility of the older female kept her in place. She doubted running would get her anything other than a broken back and a torn out throat, and she didn't want to die at all, despite her certainty that she would. It was hard for a pup to come to terms with its own death, and she was no exception, even when she had been told that she would die from the beginning of her memory.