Blackfeather Woods bruised by god

the whine that broke from the shattered woman's throat pierced relmyna, and she would have moved closer again, had not the dark master appeared. offering subservience, relmyna nevertheless observed how kove's gaze roamed over the wounded creature.
he was not a harsh man, nor a violent one; kove sought peace where it could be found. and this was evident in the tonality of the command he gave to the woods' mute. noting the tension in his stance, relmyna dipped her pale head and slipped forward. this time her touches to the wilting wolf's shoulder were firm, definitive — she sought to gentle chivvy blackfeather's newest charge to her feet, sidling along the other's flank to support. a soft glance was given to kove before relmyna turned her attention back to the invalid.