Blackfeather Woods most times, a ghost is a wish

there were many ways to join blackfeather; this was not one of them. relmyna's pale form glided ribbonlike through the wood, swift, fierce — these lands belonged to her and her kith, not to any else. the scent of wintersbane came to her, and she swerved to flank him, her own teeth aiming for the trespasser's nape. 
run, little fool