Blackfeather Woods You looked at death in a tarot card

a prodigal child; trapped; traumatized. relmyna drew her gaze from shisu's worried features to the naked and imploring look upon the boy's face. hello, the she-wolf mouthed back. presently on quiet paws she approached, studying more closely the scarring along the stranger's body.
the bear? relmyna expressed next, her turquoise eyes resting on shisu again. while there was a great deal of warmth within her heart for the soft actions of her packmate, blackfeather was small and resources must be preserved for the upcoming winter. a shattered boy was of little use, but neither could her mother's spirit turn such a terrified creature away. still, she must know, and waited for the other woman to answer.