Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

true to form, the woman noticed the craving that had come over the man, but gave no sign of her awareness; only the burn of her anger was its testament. she led the snakelike man deep into the gloom, until only thin shafts of light filtered through the interlaced canopy overhead, and did not quite reach the earth. for what reason she had brought him here, relmyna did not know, save for the fact that the sickening feeling she had first felt upon seeing the man remained, compounded by the evidence of his rigid conflict.
in the murk, the evoker set down the rock of tongues gently, patting snow around its edges to hold the clear stone where it lay. her back remained toward the dark tyro; she moved with quiet deliberation. and then, lifting her head, relmyna let out the breath she had been holding in a pale plume and whirled toward the yellow-eyed serpent.
her teeth flashed, forelegs striking out into open air, to connect with his sable hide her twisted jaws, turquoise eyes snapping with maddened fire. it was the promised threat of his existence she craved, for life beat suddenly in her spirit; let him come then, bear the thin bones of her form down into the snow and have what he wished, but relmyna would force him to fight for every iota of gluttony she suspected he wished to wring from her body.