Blackfeather Woods my love

The woman dipped her head, "Goodbye."
Blunt, yet not rude. She didn't want war and wasn't about to initiate it with mere words.
She tilted her head to Relmyna, dipping her head in her thanks.
If the Listener wasn't there, she was sure that she'd would've chased the scarred man from the borders.

She needed a retreat. A respite if you will. Time to be alone with her own thoughts and dissolve the rage that flowed in her veins. Soon, she turned off, heading towards where she knew a hole opened into the ground. A place to explore, to stay for some time.
Ready herself for what may be to come.