Blackfeather Woods hello? is there anybody in there?

why maegi lied; relmyna did not know. she was matter-of-fact, perhaps disregarding the weight the listener meant to attach to her support. but the patchwork wolfess was far from a vain beast who demanded recognition; she had lived without it long enough for it to no longer matter to her. but maegi — she sensed a deeply troubled nature to the she-wolf.
or perhaps she was merely projecting.
the gods grant us just enough to give us hope, it seems, came her soft rejoinder, knowing gaze fixed upon the young melonii. you can tell me what is inside your heart, child, came her gentle thought, intended for the innermost ear of one's heart. but if it went unheard, relmyna was confident in her gods' abilties to carry her missive all the same.
gathering herself to her paws, the listener offered the girl a gentle smile. i am going to tend the borders. i will interrupt you no further, maegi, she murmured, dipping her muzzle in a small bow before turning to pad in the opposite direction. and only when she was out of eyeshot did she begin to quake, her shaking body barely carrying her to the maw of wolfskull cave before the old convulsions overtook her and for a small time she died to the world, hidden among the graveyard bones of a thousand dead things.