Blackfeather Woods Let my eyes be the rhythm

the mountain pack. relmyna did not know who they were; grateful for wintersbane's presence among them, she let her eyes settle with a healer's appraisal upon flicker's wounds. they would look to her now, to know what it is that they must do. and in truth, the listener was weary of running, weary of fights coming to their borders. even now, she dreaded the return of mou and maegi, wondering what chaos the pale pair would bring with them.
come with me, she mouthed instead, intending to lead them both to her den of herbs, where she would clean and bind the woman's wounds. the mountain pack had been here, yes, after the woman called fire, who had gone. but it seemed even her departure would not let blackfeather rest. you did well, flicker, relmyna praised gently. i am relieved to have you safely back among us.