Blackfeather Woods my love

relmyna did not have long to muse over the shift in his expression before he was speaking again — his wolves had attacked her own, and he had the audacity to insinuate it was flicker. she wished then to drive him away, immediately, for his hubris and his wearisome presence.
but she did not; the listener lifted her chin and glanced between the two of them. enough. there was a quarrel. she returned to us alive. relmyna turned her eyes upon the moonspear male now. blackfeather desires no further strife with your pack.
there was nothing more to be said; she would not apologize, for she had not been there. the blackfeather of potema's time was not her own. is there anything else i can help you with? she mouthed quietly, wanting to be shut of him as quickly as possible.