Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

When it came to the matter of birds, Mordecai was not overly familiar with them. To him, crows and ravens may as well have been the same thing, but in this instance they were described as two seperate entities. Entities, which for whatever reason, were locked into a bloody feud. He found that a curious premise indeed, but supposed it most definitely described the cacophony. It was chaos, perhaps too fitting for the dark woods themselves.

And as if to compliment his train of thought, the warden of the dark wood offered more food for thought. If his words were a veiled threat, Mordecai took it as a message received. But he had no desire to trespass through the shadowy hollow. "Have you had problems with trespassers?" he queried gently. For the most part, he considered himself good with the distance, though the palpitable gloom almost ranged further than the borders he had scented. He couldn't help but be leery, but his curiosity was genuine if not probing.