Blackfeather Woods i'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half and all i want is

despite it being weeks since relmyna's death, astara still hoped every tread she heard in the forest might be the steps of her mother, returned to her -- as if the days she had endured were all just a cruel dream finally dispelled.

it was not her mother, but a woman older and far darker. for all her age, astara felt a pang of sorrow lance her - this woman was clearly advanced beyond the age of her dam, but she was alive and relmyna was dead -- why?

she set the bone aside, her ears canted and her full attention on the crone. the cordial greeting was not returned; while it was not out of rudeness, megara would likely be hard pressed to detect the girl was mute. she glanced from the plants to the withered face of elder, and again was reminded of the injustice of the world. her muzzle dipped in return to the woman's salutations, but no words followed.