Blackfeather Woods revival

you can fade here or post again! we need a new one <3

they looked at each other for a long moment.
cicero had nothing for her, but there was nothing relmyna wished from him. to teach her the ways of the land, yes, but now that she had come awake, the tyra suspected she could do that for herself. what sheogorath had given, what he had taken — it was not something that concerned relmyna. 
with no hint of cicero's inner struggle and desire to be free of the slave sheogorath had bound him with, the wolfess stepped stiffly toward him and sought to show her deference by lifting her scarred muzzle and touching his chin with her lips, if allowed. there was no one else for her here — she would continue to serve the wolf who had not been the one to place her in thrall.