Meadowlark Prairie Codex

demonte. 
vuk demonte had once existed. she had loved terich-mir and with him had raised her son seff, by the nameless ridge wolf. but she was dead these years past, and in her place, only relmyna, without a surname, half-attached to that of the meloniis only by way of her daughters. perhaps at one time the winning flash of the other's voice might have sparked awareness, but for now the silver glint of recollection was lost in the seafoam eyes.
bruges, she repeated. blackfeather is a group tightly bound by blood and by legacy. we keep to ourselves; outsiders are unwelcome. if you join us, i will ask that you keep to the forest and the surrounding lands, save when you are sent on excursions. it was not a speech she would have given another joiner, and wintersbane would notice this; no, relmyna remained unnerved by her singular feeling about this fellow. and in return, you will be taught the secrets that bind us and keep us.
i will provide
the wood is not far from here, and i have cached kills, enough for a wanderer. now a slow, gentle smile; she seemed to bloom at the prospect of bruges joining blackfeather, new blood to infuse their ranks.