Blackfeather Woods my love

he submitted, and relmyna relaxed only after a low growl of warning that he should remember his place lilted from her throat. onward now to why he had come: the woman potema. turning ever so slightly, that flicker might read her lips more easily, the listener kept her gaze trained upon the male. 
potema left many months ago. i have not seen her since.
whoever this was, he smelled of the mountains, and she was loathe to have him here when surely it was his wolves who had wounded flicker so.