Blackfeather Woods most times, a ghost is a wish

SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

they bore her down, flesh yielding beneath fangs; relmyna was satisfied then, both with their victory and the reaction of the impudent stranger. she was not a melonii in many ways, and this showed in the lack of bloodlust burning beneath her pelt. the trespasser's blood was upon wintersbane's lips; the listener gave a low growl at the scent of it rising hotly in the air. we shall escort her to the borders, came the woman's edict. she will not return again, for if so, it will be her death. a lowering of her muzzle then; relmyna snapped the air near the interloper's face as final warning.