Blackfeather Woods jack the ripper

she was a ribbon of black-broken ivory; relmyna wended through the eldritch glow of tangled branches. the brackish calls of gathered corvids echoed overhead, disturbed by the oilslick voice that climbed into the air. she did not pause; though the call was for kove, their numbers were low enough to warrant that she attend the supplicant.
relmyna knew well the shaded path; the she-wolf drifted unseen near to the borders, melting from the embrace of the darkness with muzzle cocked to reveal its torn side. turquoise gaze settled upon the newcomer; she openly drew her eyes along the lines of the man's figure, flickering along the tar-hue of his flat stare. and her own was cool; why have you come?