Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

he did not respond to her show, and relmyna felt her spate of confidence wane. in a silently growing horror, she heard the dry rasp of his voice, watched his features contort into something altogether bestial and haunting. the evoker refused to give ground — perhaps she too was driven by another sort of madness, or desperation, but to the other's words she gave a cold smile.
she determined not to allow the man the delight of seeing the terror he had wrought in her. this time, the she-wolf gave an audible hiss, one that ended ragged on the edges with the effort of her aggression. it was untoward in relmyna, unlike her, but it mattered not. get away.