Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

the temple was where relmyna found herself most often, for that was where the mother moved. it was she who spoke most often to the priestess, and her heart had begun to answer with words she did not often expect. at times, it was sleepless swathes she spent at the site of her brewing and her bone fetishes, pacing, with an eye ever upon the horizon. for what she waited, relmyna did not know.
often she thought of maegi's return, and wondered at the wolves who had brought her home. most of all, it was the odd, scarred mou and his involvement with the melonii girl that occupied relmyna's thoughts. no conception of romance; it was a deep curiosity limned in a maternal worry that there were things she could not know.
both of them young, and so torn already by events in their respective worlds. it was with this weight of sorrow upon her soul that the priestess encountered mou in the temple. returning to the cauldron with the still-flapping body of a dove, she lay down her weakened burden and lay a small forepaw over it, turning a softly questioning gaze upon the boy.
all angles and one staring eye; her heart swelled with a particular pity and her ragged lips curved in a brief and affable smile. mou, came her silent mouthing. relmyna said no more than that — if he approached, it would be of his own accord. she would not press him for a response.