Blackfeather Woods bruised by god

the woman reacted poorly, and relmyna withdrew. seafoam gaze flickered over the wounded body of the other — she fought to keep her lip from curling at the realization of the scent wreathed through the woman's coat. however, the priestess drew a breath — a low whine floated from her throat. unsure of what else might persuade the ragged wolfess that she was no threat, the priestess gingerly settled to her haunches some feet away, her dark ears splaying in consternation and worry. soon, soon she must return to the pups, but for now relmyna focused her soft gaze on the other, seeking to convey some sense of safety despite the silence of her ruined tongue.