Deepwood Weald Let these bones be the giver

Her ears pricked at the howl, gazing off into the trees. Ready to be greeted to chased; she hoped the former. The woman didn’t expect to be greeted with easy acceptance and warmth like Relmyna, but wondered that if the Listener were younger, would she be frostier?

The woman let her gaze flit from the man to the trees, assessing him. She wasn’t about to be caught off guard with a rogue attack. 
At last, a form cloaked in the night sky emerged, a bird roosted on her shoulders like Blue. Maegi. The woman dipped her head respectfully, letting her tail drop. But not weak, not scared. Wary, but who wouldn’t be?

”Greetings,” she started, “I came searching for Maegi Melonii, but seems I have stumbled across her blood.” A soft smile, slight raise of the eyes. Her cunning was evident in the glance she gave the woman. “I pledge myself to you and your bloodline, should you too be Melonii. I am Flicker.” 
She waited for a reply with a held breath, clinging to hope.