Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

aside from the rare glissade of instinct, relmyna had not noticed the slinking beast shadowing her. the evoker's constant trips to and from the temple, the great swathes of time spent alone with the rock of tongues and its whispers, her search for golden flowers in the recesses of the swamp kept her occupied. and her mind was let loose to wander, to gather the talk of blackfeather and filter it down into relmyna's consciousness.
madwoman — she toiled her days alone, determined to decipher for herself the sussurations. it was on one such day that he came forward, and relmyna lifted her muzzle from where it had been pressed against the clear stone with a moan, eyes fluttering open only to widen with immediate apprehension upon the man, but prone as she was, the patchwork wolfess could only crouch protectively above that which connected her to the plane beyond.