Blackfeather Woods my legs refused to walk away

it was a burden to be dealt the loss of so many at one time. relmyna recalled the moment she had found the last place cicero had lain in blackfeather. trembling, she had wanted to follow, but heavy with her night-and-daystars, the woman had opted at last to stay within the confines of the wood. relmyna could scarce imagine maegi's pain at this moment.
at least the girl had seen him before she departed.
no.
that is unfair.
the patchwork wolfess shifted somewhat, ears cupping toward the yearling. the ones who escorted you here, what are they like? she spoke mostly in regard to the salt scent that had wreathed the tall, beautiful creatures, and even maegi for a time. the listener knew of the sea, but could not recall having seen it. turquoise eyes soft with curiosity, she was still then.