Blackfeather Woods someone to rely on as lightning comes a-staring in again

@Heloise

alone on relmyna’s altar was a freshly stripped skull. it sat, its wide grin deep and unsettling. along the crevice of its brainpan, bits of matter remained, the rest stripped carefully by nipping teeth and tongue. 

its wide antlers, pointed skyward and fanning out from the cheerless stone, supported the delicate, seemingly fragile arch of a wolf’s pelvis bone. underneath its corrupted stare, placed at the foot of the skull’s snarled teeth, was a smooth stone roughly the size of a wolf’s eye. 

astara’s head was bent as she sat by the base; her eyes were closed and yet beneath her black lids they darted wildly. her lips moved and a twitch of her paw was occasionally seen— but no other sign of activity rippled across her hide, and it was evident the melonii was deep in sleep, or was possibly enveloped in a restless trance.