Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

the serpent grew closer, this satanic and colossal thing; relmyna felt herself grow tense; she stood with regard growing colder in her eyes, ever colder. the fear she had suppressed did not stand to fore; now the evoker felt an anger building within her small frame, that he should approach her so cavalierly. 
acutely aware of her station over his, the woman who above all aspired to priesthood among the ranks of blackfeather now drew back her twisted lips in a silent snarl and flung her ragged plume over her hips. relmyna had no wish to be gentle, nor kind; not now with war on their doorstep and strange wolves roaming her dim forests; get back she said plainly, warning the man aside.