Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

mom cameo! <3

in these days, when relmyna felt her thoughts turn to cicero, to maegi, to ramsay, to euron, she felt the familiar pang at considering she had lost the wolves around her that could have been closest. maegi especially — when she was able to leave the pups with shivali, the priestess wandered, searching for the melonii girl's scent. but it had grown stale, and relmnya was still bound to blackfeather for the time being.
the loss was echoed with familiarity
your son, offered the girl
but she could not recognize its origin.
at present, her turquoise gaze was soft with a wistful contentment as she watched her nightcub prise some root or other from the denfloor, and here came the daycub — for that was how she thought oft of her daughters — to take it away, meeting her sister's challenge.