Blackfeather Woods and then my blood rushed to my face

lips moved in a silent prayer for maegi; her head bowed before the altar.
winter had swept fully in to settle, and the young woman had not returned. and while blackfeather was a place of known safety, at least in many other ways, she was unsure how the melonii would fare outside their borders, the land rife with enemies, and her twisted foot an obstacle to hunting alone.
but maegi had gone, and there was nothing to be done. she must forge her own way.
and until she returned, relmyna would pray.