Blackfeather Woods staying home to watch the rain

Flicker inclined her head to Relmyna, her ear swiveled in assessment; an action she seemed to be practising more often. The other kept pointing forwards towards the voiceless one. Maegi had told her little about Relmyna, but Flicker had dealt with voiceless ones before; albeit not in this setting. Her features and manner dropped to a submissive point in respect; she was not about to offend this wolfess when she desperately needed an alliance. 

But everything screamed at Flicker that these wolves were different. Wrong, even. She gave the quietest of grunts to gather herself before speaking. "I seek to help you for the winter," her eyes watched the patchwork features of her face before continuing, "My loyalty is yours to use, I will hunt with you in return for winter shelter. And if you wish I can be gone in the spring."  

She gave her a small smile, genuine and hopeful, maybe she would make a friend of the patchwork wraith. Maybe she could trust them; but not yet. Not until she was certain.