Blackfeather Woods the green mile

awaken.
relmyna's senses were awakened first by the inner whispering of her subconscious, then the scent of meat. kove — his scarred and handsome face loomed nearby, and the evoker fought the instinctual tension of her limbs around the sleeping babes. this was the dark master of blackfeather, she reassured herself; he would bring no harm to the new spiderlings. for that was what they were, the aspirant priestess knew, pulling away her plume so that kove might see the two daughters there, one obsidian, the other alabaster.
their names
the woman's eyes widened; she drew the rock of tongues to her breast and swallowed. perhaps he had seen her use the stone, once, but she could not be sure he knew its purpose. however, the whispers of the churn beneath its surface told the woman she must trust kove, she must trust in the spirits that lurked the wooded halls of blackfeather, which had been her home since her awakening, and now was tied within the tiny pristine souls of her children.
and so relmyna turned her gaze toward kove, preparing to deliver him the names she had chosen.
maegi had come; the evoker found her attention drawn inexorably from the dark master to the girl she considered the eldest among her daughters, and quietly gestured the young wolf closer. at the child's sob, the woman's lips tightened, and she was on the first utterances of a soothing croon before the narrow wicked face of the reaper split the shadows alongside maegi.
and here the lackluster gold of the dybbuk's stare fell heavily over her — relmyna fancied she saw possession in the intemperate depths. despite the half-dozen emotions that spiraled wildly with the frantic beating of her mother's heart, relmyna saw he would be fallen upon in seconds, and her vision narrowed to a red-misted point.
perhaps in some way, she felt that the dark hellion had given himself in part to her, and she to him, but it had never dispelled the malevolence that clung to him like a blight. his presence here was dangerous; for himself, for her, for her place within blackfeather, and for the children in the whelping glen. he had come; he had not remained at the borders; he was here, and her mother's heart brought the evoker lunging from her prone place against the floor; she spared only a moment beforehand to nudge the newborns to one side.
kove would not stand for it; relmyna leapt into the sliver of space between the reaper and maegi, and struck for the man's wicked features. her heart resisted what she had done only a moment, before relmyna was swallowed by the natural thrumming of her natural impulses, heightened by the scent of her own blood in the air, the fragrance of milk that had wet her underbelly. out! she shrieked silently, seeking with the tearing of her fangs, the thrust of her small body against his taller frame, to drive him back, back, back —
— and perhaps by some stroke of dumb luck prepare the way for him to escape, though the battle-scarring of the dark master, the tightening of healthy musculature beneath pale pelt, told her it was unlikely.