Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

wanted to spree but i think this will be my last tonight D:

the woman answered swiftly enough; relmyna noted the stance of her body, the rigidity of it. the scents that interlaced here were bitterly familiar. but she would not question that now. blackthorn. the name was unrecognizable. passing a tongue along the ridges of her teeth, the patchwork wolfess regarded the voiceless stranger with a silence born of an unwillingness to know.
you must
and broke it with  from where did you come? surely she knew, surely, surely, sure — please let her be a vagabond, a wanderer; anything.
once more, her stare was implacable, unwavering.