Blackfeather Woods but the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;

he came to her side and settled himself, this kove. relmyna studied him from the corner of her eye, turning them front with a wan smile when he inquired after her name. how cursed her past, to have insisted she suffer so in the face of her packmates. half-turning toward the dark master, the evoker sought his face for a fleeting second, lifting a paw to her throat in what she hoped was a gesture easily understood. she had no voice, that was true — but relmyna hoped he would be able to see beyond that all the same.