Qebhet curled her arms around her middle. "It said it would kill me. I think... I believe it was going to." Her voice was quiet, the terror of that moment and the shame of her recklessness still raw. "And then it looked at me, and it... laughed. Like it found it all funny. Then it left."
She bit down on her lower lip. "But, but we can use this, can't we? Blood could tell us more about what this beast actually is. And it's a material connection." The magicks Hecate worked with were not the same as Qebhet's, but she knew sympathy was a common principle. With blood, they might be able to track the creature, perhaps even target it.