Blackfeather Woods staying home to watch the rain

she regarded maegi with a lingering glance, firm in its intent: they would speak of it later. and while she granted the young priestess a nod for her vouching, the listener let her eyes skim the newcomer once more. hello, flicker, the patchwork wolfess mouthed silently, articulating her words carefully as ever. i am relmyna. pausing, she gathered herself with a small smile.
what can you do for blackfeather? winter was almost upon them, and there were those in the wood too weak to care for themselves yet. while she trusted maegi's judgement, she must know for herself what worth this woman could be. and yet there was some part of the wolfess that wondered if the girl might chafe beneath this fact, and a wariness crept into her heart.