Blackfeather Woods the dj was the last to leave, she had well conditioned hair

relmyna trembled between the poles of her hunger and her wariness in his presence; she ate deliberately, proving her fearlessness to the wraith. but her gaze rose to watch the narrow line of his back disappear into the shadows. this time, she did not call him back to her — the woman gathered the bird's remains into her muzzle and turned 'round the opposite way, intending to deliver herself to the cool recesses of her small den, wherein she would allow his face to return to its biddable place in her mind's eye.