Blackfeather Woods All my friends are heathens

He had learned about Blackfeather Woods' history time and time again, especially with his priest training. He recognized the name, it was fuzzy in his mind, but said nothing. He could tell that the boy was avoiding something. Where's that? He prodded, hoping to jog his own memory. He had no reason to despise the boy if he was hiding something from them, but it didn't mean he would save such information for later.