Blackfeather Woods Blackbird song

"Why? It's inevitable. And besides, he's already old." She shrugged, never understanding why wolves were so concerned about age. Her mother and Burke aged rather well, in her opinion. While she had never seen a wolf in their dotage, what she knew of old wolves never fully matched her parents' descriptions and activities at all.

The storm flooded most of the western half of Blackfeather, ending not too far from Redgrove, where she was living. It spilled into some of the tunnels, temporarily flooding some of the western tunnels. The herb store, Ilinalta's Keep, was untouched blessedly. They had some Celandine left in the stores. "Celandine can't grow in the heart of the Woods, you would have to check the outskirts for them." They liked shady, but not dark, places. The buffer zone was full of them, little invasive species that they were. "Lucky you." She deadpanned, a little jealous of the mountain packs, who where largely kept safe from the storm, and not in the path of the tornado. "It wasn't. We've still have yet to find a few people." She did not sound worried about them at all. She didn't know them anyway, or cared.