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

the mother was here; she walked in this very place, and relmyna drew a breath of delight, to know her prayer had been answered once more. her companion's reaction did not go unnoticed; the priestess flashed a knowing grin at him and turned back to the altar. she is here.
when it was all said and spoken of, the patchwork wolfess intended to inform him of who she spoke. for now, relmyna drew a small packet of nightshade from alongside her paw and deposited it upon the scapula. the dried blossoms floated upon the blood and she glanced to the moon-ruffed man again. the bite of a serpent, for sithis.
again relmyna closed her eyes; again she paused to breathe and lift her muzzle into the zephyrs upon the air of blackfeather. i wish to protect our home with magick, she mouthed to the northerner, though her gaze this time remained upon the gathered offerings. she knew she must speak slowly, move her lips with exaggerated effect: it was a small price to pay for the knowledge that wintersbane was reverent in this place.