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

i am da wooorsttt

she saw his yellow eyes drift over her; she stood firm beneath his scrutiny, pausing as her ragged ears swiveled forward. if he did not trust her, she did not care; he had brought her a gift, and relmyna knew not why she had called. it was from no affection that her song had sprung — but he was of interest to the evoker, and to her god.
she turned on small dry paws and stepped brashly into the wood, the jut of her hips clear but her steps determined. if her assailant wished to follow, he would; relmyna cared not what he did after this momnt.