Blackfeather Woods ready for the funeral

At her sisters decree they need one item from the birth place, Shego grinned.

"Yes. And bark that has seen them," she listed, looking around at all the wood. The trees had eyes and mouths and everything and anything. Living. They spoke. And one spoke to her now... she moved toward it to peel at it with her teeth; it did not resist, and she left a red spot behind.

She dropped it.

"We need more." She sifted through the ingredients.