Greatwater Lake once, i tried to be somebody

she was beyond caring; relmyna had perhaps forgone her true duty to blackfeather and moved beyond to the things she felt required her attention. they were the altar, the gods that relmyna was beginning to believe all but she had forsaken. the gods will provide the gods will provide; she told herself that in a breathless silence, plodding along the trail that her paws had beaten around the sacred place.
wintersbane's voice rose in a confident dirge, and the listener lifted her muzzle as she paused, identifying the tone as one of summoning. she was reluctant; her gaze swung between the direction of the yearling and the altar. a deep breath; relmyna steadied herself on the conception that she would return, and drew herself into a quick lope.
he was not alone; a lovely cream-colored thing was with the man, sloe-eyed and hale. the sight of her sent through the ageing wolfess a stab of jealousy, one she shook aside in lieu of a warm look leveled at the newcomer. wintersbane would explain, she was sure, free to look over the perhaps potential joiner in inspection for weaknesses.