Blackfeather Woods First, we eat.

cameo!

relmyna had taken the children below, into the tunnels that stretched beneath the densite. she had found no ability within herself to trust that blackfeather would not again be attacked — averna and astara must understand that the woodland was not safe. she herself could find no footing to a faith that shivered as did willows in spring deluges. and it had been the devil to shake her so.
when the woman's call came, the priestess' ears cupped forward; on small feet she made her way upon into the den's reaches, bidding her children stay behind.
relmyna crooned then, a low sound seeded with a gratitude she did not feel, before slinking down into the earthen shadows once more.