Ravensblood Forest but imma keep it hella 1987

Bat Forest, she mused as they padded through the trees, many of which were the same species of sequoia that comprised the forests of Drageda. But when she looked closer, there was a decided difference: there was sap oozing down many of the trunks here. It looked a lot like blood, which might've spooked some. But Bat wasn't the sort to frighten easily (it was a waste of energy). One of her over-sized ears twitched in response to the call of a raven from somewhere overhead, though that similarly failed to spook her.

"It'd be Rory Forest now," she reminded him at length, attention drifting back to Tegan. She was falling behind again. Hastening to catch up and walk beside him, Bat shook her head slowly. "I don't think I want to name this place after me. It's kinda..." Her eyes passed over another gob of glistering crimson sap running in a rivulet down the uneven bark of a redwood, hardened by the late summer air. "Are these trees bleeding?" she wanted to know, stopping to have a sniff.

Tegan said something to the tune of, "Fuck if I know," and then kept moving. Bat peeped the sticky red syrup a moment longer, then scurried after him.

I wanted to clean up some older threads, hope it's cool that I wrapped this for us, @Tegan! :)