Blackfeather Woods bruised by god

the wild thing flinched and cowered, but relmyna knew only a firm hand would guide her now. assuming the dark master would trust in her ministrations, the evoker did not glance toward kove again. instead, she lowered her muzzle and pressed it gently against the wounded wolfess' shoulder, beginning slow steps forward and maintaining contact to guide the other. it would be without swiftness, but relmyna had determined she would allow the other the time she needed to ensconce herself in the glen.