The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

relmyna scarcely noticed her own visage these days, except in passing. and of those days, few gave her pause or pain; she was ugly, and this awareness no longer dragged at her as it once did. the young wolf stared fixedly at her, and the evoker gazed back. the mumbled greeting brought a smile to her ruined mouth; relmyna swept her thin white tail against the snow in response, and invitation. 
however, her eyes lingered only a moment longer on the surprised yearling before the rock recaptured her attention, and the evoker fell to pondering it.