Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

she saw he was sated by her gesture, and the dark hairs along the base of her spine prickled with irritation, but relmyna made no move toward the man. however, he was departing her company, and the woman glanced once more to the foul and twisted thing he had brought, something she did not long want to look upon.
the croon she had showed euron whistled then from her throat, something several tones below birdsong, but high in its own way; the woman let the sound die into a wild wordlessness and regarded his turned back — would he pause?