Blackfeather Woods is this a dagger

She stalked the borders with a lowered head, a silent spectre in the shadows. This place had changed, and yet, it stood still against the sands of time. The borders were still marked as they had been those many months ago, though notably, the scents of Nemesis and Damien were absent. They were replaced by those fresh and new, and she wondered if anyone would care or remember her. 

Perhaps it was boredom that drove her here, perhaps it was the sharp curiousity as to what had become of this place. Even as her own life had shifted dramatically, only to continue rather monotonously now, the woods stood still.