Blackfeather Woods You looked at death in a tarot card

her patrol brought to her the sound of a wordless voice. in the near distance, the listener's ears swept forward; she traced the tonality. it did not belong to a wolf of blackfeather, and thus relmyna saw fit to lengthen her stride and approach. the cloud-beautiful shisu's scent rose, entangled with the awareness of another.
it was truly a twisted creature that had been brought to their borders. seeing no reason to posture before the pair, she nevertheless made her presence known and glanced between the two of them questioningly.
the reek of fear and of bear flared her nostrils with a brief bristle of the delicate hairs upon her nape. and the boy alongside shisu was a scarred and wretched thing, blanched white and half-eyed. reminded of the inkwraith that had come to their gates, relmyna neverthless looked to the other woman now, querying for an explanation.