Loretta winced at Alder's mention of animal sacrifice. Even if it wasn't her or any of her family that had done such things, she still felt somewhat guilty that she was still the same kind that had done such horrible deeds. "You have a point. " She murmured. "The sacrifice of animals was used in the past by generations of humans. I myself do not like to think of such horrible pieces of the past, but they are still true. We are all stained with blood, even the pure of us. Something in our path, our lineage always proves that at least a bit of bloodshed has already tainted our being." She was a very smart girl, and did tend to take in the thoughts and suggestions of others. She liked seeing things the way others saw them, trying to see everything from every point of view whenever she could. Loretta winced again at the mention of hunters. "There are some in the town that still think the forest belongs to us. That the werewolves don't belong. Such is the way of the hunters. I for one have no such view. We humans live on our side of the walls, you and your kind have the forest. That is how it has been forever. You have the right to live and survive off of the forest as much as we do, but the hunters think they are right. They think they must eliminate the threats against us without anything else..."<br/><br/>"They think like your father... somewhat. They seek to defend what is theirs, but also take in the amusement of hunting down animals for sport as well. Such as the ways of your rituals, the human sacrifices here." Loretta closed her eyes. "I think I understand this a bit better. I shouldn't have been so stubborn and ignorant. If only the townspeople knew of your view on things, and the wolves knew theirs, if they just switched places... take a moment and see things as their enemy does... like I try to... your pack and our town would be able to coexist much easier." The girl lifted her head at Alder's question of her name. "My name is Loretta. And it is nice to meet you, Alder.. though under the circumstances you'd probably not expect that... it's nice to have someone around that doesn't seem to still want me to become dinner."<br/><br/>Loretta heard noise from outside the cave and saw Konrad stumble in. The sharp, sickening scent of blood filled the air, and she coughed, covering her nose and mouth. She absolutely hated the smell of blood, and too much made her pass out. Another reason she couldn't stand death.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œWeâ€™ve lost a few members in that fight, but those mutts wonâ€™t be bothering us again anytime soon so thatâ€™s all that mattersâ€</span>The girl looked a bit sad over hearing that there had been casualties in the fight. Such was life; there had to be death to keep the cycle moving, and often there was losses when it came to conflict. That was why she tried to convince others to solve conflicts peacefully to avoid bloodshed. She had a very coexisting, peaceful view on things. Her gaze traveled over the wounds that the alpha had gotten and a thought passed over her mind. She wondered if her power only worked on herself, or others as well. It would probably seem strange to anyone that she would help her enemy after all of this, but she thought she might as well try.<br/><br/>Loretta carefully got to her feet and walked cautiously over towards the injured werewolf. "I'm not sure if my healing only is internal for myself, but can I at least try to see what the limits are?" She murmured as she knelt beside Konrad. She was asking for permission, to be allowed to try to heal him. She didn't want to risk doing so without asking first, not knowing if it would work or not though. "It's the least I can do since you have spared me my imminent death."