Blackfeather Woods unintended worship

the season would be upon the pale woman; relmyna appraised the she-wolf to be mature, gathering the curves beneath the strong build and its cloud of snow-driven fur. the evoker shook her head, gathering herself not without difficulty to her small paws. if there was any chance that the tyro too might be a mother this season, the glen was also hers to explore.
gesturing with her scarred muzzle, relmyna peered into the warm darkness, then back toward her companion. come and look came the missive of her warm gaze.