Blackfeather Woods Full of death and glory

flicker was quick to agree, and relmyna smiled, beginning to pad through the wood and inviting flicker to join her with a low muzzle-dip. i would like that, yes, at least one more successful hunt before the true snows come. we have much small game cached, but a large kill could tip the scales in our favour.
as if they had memory of their own, her trail was beginning to lead them both toward the altar, the singular source of relmyna's comfort these days. did ... did maegi say anything else? her seafoam gaze drifted toward flicker; even if the other woman did not remember, the listener had enough to begin her own searchings.