Blackfeather Woods You looked at death in a tarot card

small powerplay <3

relmyna turned from shisu at the sound the boy made; her ears swept forward in a tremble. sithis. how had he come to know the name of the dread prince? surely he was blessed; surely it was no chance that he had ended here upon blackfeather's doorstep. and yet she was wary. drawing forward, the priestess reached her lip-torn muzzle to nose through the boy's trembling guardhairs.
he smelled of nothing she knew, save for shisu herself — relmyna glanced to her packmate and then to the boy. tilting her head in the direction of redgrove, she began to step away, intending that the cloud-wolf bring forth their new charge to her densite, where she could inspect him further.