Blackfeather Woods jasmine

He speaks again, foreign words touching her ears again but his tone is softer, gentle. Tahani’s scent is strong on his fur but it isn’t as comforting as it should be. Her world of darkness puts danger around every corner and though he holds no ill-will in his words or tone, doesn’t mean it’s not there. The monster took everything from her and left her a shell of a woman she once was, a woman she’ll never be again. For the rest of her life, she’ll be dependent on another and she’s lucky to have found kindness in some of the wolves of the woods (a thought she doesn’t realize many have never had). Kove has been kind to let someone care for her and let her stay but he’s not come around since the first day. The silent woman staying in the glen with her has been with her since the beginning and she wishes for her to turn up now and take her back.
 
Finally, the male says something she understands, and though she does not relax, her head turns a little in his direction. She’s off by a few inches, pointed to his left, but her ears cupped forward anyway. In her panic, she managed to get turned around and only his direction gives her perspective on where she might be. If he crossed the water, then it’s still in his direction, and so she swallows thickly and starts to pick herself up. Ocracoke hovers only inches above the ground, but enough to move a few inches from her spot on trembling legs.