Blackfeather Woods jack the ripper

it was not long before kove arrived; relmyna greeted him with a soft nudge to his pale jawline before her eyes turned back to the stranger at their borders. and as he lowered himself in supplication, relmyna noted with interest that he did not speak. ah — one of her own, then, and the woman wondered what great malady had befallen the man, to steal his voice.
she had been a part of blackfeather when her own had vanished; without the gift of tonalities, the priestess had settled to other methods. with her daughters she had developed a way of communication that was comprised of body language and low sounds; now relmyna wondered to herself what devisement this man had to answer kove's question. she herself glanced toward the leader, wondering what the northerner might make of it, another mute seeking their shadows.
but it was not to be — he turned away and melted into the wood. kove and she followed suit after a moment, and it was only for a moment that she wondered at the wraith.