Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

redhawks. 
in that moment relmyna’s awareness broke forth — how long had she been here? why had the listener not been summoned? but her lack of address was her own failing, not that of those whose scents wreathed the den.
a cold fury built in the patchwork woman; she turned away from the captive to face the gloom of cold blackfeather, mind working furiously. with no details, she could only assume redhawks would come for this fire-wolf, and she knew the woodland could not withstand it again.
she had lost once
cicero, oh —
she would not allow it to happen a second time.
lifting her muzzle, relmyna demanded the presence of @Mou, @Maegi, and @Wintersbane. in her tones there leapt a fire that suggested those ordered come swiftly, for her anger was greatly kindled as nothing had done so before. seafoam eyes burned then toward the stranger, but the listener did not speak again, standing with a rigid ardency near the denmouth.