Otter Creek wolves of the calla

the bell of the other's voice sounded; relmyna closed her turquoise eyes on her deep shame and swallowed before giving a small, sharp nod of her muzzle. so long as she was able to escape this place back to the confines of blackfeather, she would fare well. but the worry of the other was apparent — at length, the tyro lifted her head and gazed at the other, letting the twist of her muzzle become bare below the haunted burn of her colorful eyes.
she had sensed the girl's revulsion, and understood it well — perhaps the other would find her so hideous that relmyna would at last be left alone, to her own mind and devices.