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

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a sweeping wave of regret — the rage in maegi's face could only be born from pain. an agony relmyna had wrought in the child she still so loved with the silent lash of her words. but still she did not move from them. she had uttered them, brought the sentiment of bloody cicero into the world between them, and now the listener must take charge of what she had said. even if
it will cost you maegi
so it was mou. the woman did not pull her eyes from the young melonii's features, but the sithis-touched boy held parts of the story back. it was not a solid knowledge, merely a strong insistence within the priestess. and yet relmyna was weary from holding the fiery reins of such a rage she had not before felt. she wished to demand proper submission from maegi,, rout mou from the wood for his stupidity
they are so young
and it was not the fault of the scarred boy nor the scarred girl that the redhawks had come here.
yes, relmyna murmured silently. it can be fixed. her gaze, still hard with the force of her ire, swung between the pale pair. i believe you meant no harm. it is still important you understand that redhawks must never be trusted, must never be approached. unable — yes, she could not stop them from hating her, but if she could engender the smallest mistrust of the entire wretched plateau clan, it would be of sufficient worth to the listener.
her wolves will come for her sooner or later. if they have the smallest scent of us, they will return to blackfeather. a pause; relmyna's jaw tightened. another plant; another poisoning? did she wish to know? etching a mental note to interrogate mou at a later time, the listener went on.
as of this moment, wintersbane, i am posting you as guard here. the two of you, mou, maegi, are not to come near this cave again, so long as she is here. halting again, this time to scrutinize their expressions, though some glimmer of feral awareness told her she must not glance from the yearlings yet, despite the fact it was only one of them she did not trust.
if she ingested something, she will need tending. i will see to it from now on, until she is strong enough to travel. and then, relmyna breathed, steadying herself on the edge of mephala's voice, whispering gently as her skull began to throb, i will escort her home.
if she allowed what had gone on to continue, she would lose face, not only with herself but kove. and still compounding, the growing belief she had been far too lenient. confusion; pain in her temple. fire was not to be trusted; the flame would not be allowed to roam free. but neither would she be harmed. 
relmyna would glean whatever bits of info from mou she could, she decided, unnerved by the cold regard she had in this moment for the boy. and then she would bring the redhawk back to whatever rat-chewed hovel her pack called home. the chance of her own death was high, but there was no one else to do it: she could not sacrifice anyone else on the altar of this foolhardy decision. 
kill her.
the voice rang clearly, loudly enough that relmyna was hard-pressed to put it aside. silent now, she waited for their responses, wanting only the darkness of her den.