Blackfeather Woods her face it bloomed like a sweet flower [m]

the man heeded; together they watched the rapidly cooling scarlet creep around the edges of the offering. bone for blood, relmyna whispered silently to her companion, but for once she does not wonder if she can communicate, if he can read her lips.
autumn was sweeping down upon them, and winter. and somewhere beyond the reaches of the old forest lay damien she suspected, awaiting the moment to strike. neither she nor kove were young, and while she had faith in the northerner's strength, the former dark master had hale wolves at his side.
the listener served the forest of its leadership, but vaati's words in regards to kove had left her chilled. her eyelids fluttered; a tic along the side of her mouth twitched a moment before she let out her breath. now i call mephala, she mouthed to the man attending her rite.
the moon rose, and its glow fell upon the temple's cauldron. relmyna saw it stir, looked upon the blood now licking the edges of its prison, and closed her eyes, for the mother was near. if blackfeather must fall, i entreat you to protect kove apaata. he has served faithfully, she murmured within her own mind.
the woman was not one for long prayers; a handful of words did as well as any snippet of poetry. presently, she glanced to wintersbane, wishing to judge her reaction for himself.