Blackfeather Woods true north

an influx of joiners since maegi's return, or perhaps it only seemed that way. at any rate, relmyna was grateful to the mother for having guided their steps to blackfeather. after checking in on astara, relmyna found her way to a patrol along the border. these days, snow had begun to fall, harbinger of the wintertime ahead; her mind began to fill with thoughts of how the caches must be stocked with last autumn kills.
the sound of voices ahead caught the listener's interest, notably the low roll of a masculine tonality. she wasted little time moving into eyeshot, her gaze curious but guarded. maegi and mou — relmyna had not yet discovered what bonded them, and suspicion flared unfairly in her soul. yet she kept this buried, glancing between the trio with a firm stance's quiet request for explanation.