Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

the war was upon them.
awareness nipped at relmyna's flanks like the click of warhound teeth; she secreted herself upon the shores of blackfeather and watched as strangers entered; first a woman with a slimly feminine build, then a yearling who brought to mind some summerbird she had perhaps seen long ago, but relmyna dared not dwell on a past closed to her, rarely now did she think of it, and in this moment it was unpropitious.
her breath came slowly; she held perfectly still, crouched behind a bank of snow, the rock of tongues safe between her forepaws. a male now; she saw the emerald glint of his eyes as he gazed 'round, and she did not dare stir. but the thought of the spiderlings presented itself to her; night mother; She spoke and relmyna knew she must try to seek them. but for the moment the evoker was held fast, and prayed to those deities listening that she would not yet be discovered.