Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

relmyna had not thought of that day save for in passing, letting whatever recollection arrived travel through her head without another consideration. refusing to dwell upon what had transpired was what kept the evoker from madness, for no power in this world nor the next could explain why she had felt such a myriad of things at one moment. there was but one thing she allowed herself to think about, and that was the serpentine whisper she had heard whilst trapped in the tyro's brutal grasp.
but when the oily howl slid into the air, relmyna found herself recoiling. and yet, her body listened not to her mental resistance; it carried her in a curious trot toward the border, though before she was seen, the woman paused to peer at him from behind some nearby thicket of trees for a long moment. 
she made herself known in the next, and stood silently with forepaws tucked together and muzzle pointed toward him, her gaze the most beautiful thing she owned now leveled on the creature who had violated the hidden recesses of her mind.  what is it you want? relmyna asked within herself, extending the inquiry into her eyes as she regarded him.