Otter Creek wolves of the calla

relmyna's stride lengthened even as the youth's did not; she rounded to face her companion in weary surprise, her ears pinning back with surprise. her unlikely guardian's words flickered hotly into the cold air, and the tyro listened with growing anger. what could she do in the face of blackfeather? the limits of the forest were clear; relmyna did not know if she would be again admitted if she departed the dark woodland. 
to be needed once more, to have such demanded of her, even though surely the girl meant well, relmyna's countenance adopted an expression of igneous disgust; she gave a sharp shake of her muzzle, seeking the other's visage. she had nothing to offer, scarce even to the forest she had not abandoned even after
there was a a boy
relmyna's hard eyes closed with a strangled moan of pain as lightning lanced through her skull; breath coming faster, the ragged tyro wasted no time in trotting for the borders and whatever dubious relief lay therein.