Blackfeather Woods Where the hell did all this blood come from

she watched him as he sat near her, but he did not speak as she sought to do. instead, he settled his twisted body and piped again. ramsay. she committed the name to memory by mentally repeating it a handful of times, as was her way these days, and swayed her tail against the stony ground with a warm nod. she did enjoy the cave, with its sharp teeth and chaotic demeanor — for what it was used, she herself also did not know.
on a whim, relmyna parted her jaws and made some low sound, ears wilting with apology. perhaps now the boy would understand she could not converse as they both wanted. after a pause, she reached beside her haunch with a small forepaw and pushed the remains of a squirrel carcass toward him. was he hungry? her turquoise gaze inquired as the tyro waited for his reaction.