Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

for her.
relmyna's eyes fell to the brutalized corpse that the man pushed toward her with one movement; a frozen, ragged thing that was recognizable as wolf only from the tattered fur. the scent of death was long gone cold; the evoker gazed at the wraith for one heartbeat longer before she lowered her muzzle to press lips against the hardened flesh beneath the pelt.
what have you done? relmyna inquired with silent expression; she was not revolted, nor moved; she was curious as to why this fell thing had come to her, and for what purpose? the man knew he need buy no entry to her figure, not when he had taken what he wished from her, and she did not eat the flesh of their kind. what now would she do?
a small paw o'ertop the carcass claimed it, however.