Blackfeather Woods Se gīda gō se jelmāzma

"ame."
there was a change in the dark prince; relmyna noticed it as he moved beside her. it lurked in the shadowed places of his words; while the ragged she-wolf did not doubt his love for her children, damien had a purpose of his own. and perhaps he would reveal it. one dark ear flickered atop her head; relmyna granted the brother her gaze but kept the other trained on the place where her children slept. a smile curved the untorn side of her mouth; they were her entire heart.
herbs. cicero — sheogorath — had left the bitter little bundles in her care. he would want his brother to have them also, the woman decided, nodding her head and gathering herself to her feet. she had moved a good deal of the plants, but the majority were where cicero had left them. 
silently she led damien through the darkened wood to his brother's herbstore; there she glanced with moonlit eyes at the man, seeking a description of what he wished. borrow? what will he bring in return? she thought in some small amusement to herself.