Blackfoot Forest you are able to make me clean

hahaha, ever since making hosannah i've abbreviated her name to ho-ho, and i totally blanked on the fact she could be called anna. that makes way more sense what is wrong with me pffft.

as the woman directed her, she moved. they did not move too far before she thought to look around, but in the doom and gloom of the forest, hosannah was oblivious. she could not discern the shape of the entryway, nor what to look for (be it a great living tree, or something more decayed, or even a burrow dug grave-like in to the soil). it was not so important, for surely this ghost would direct her when the time came. instead of focusing on that, the woman devoted her attention to the question posed to her.

i was.. over-zealous, which was the unfortunate truth. i was on the other side of the mountains, and there was a pack... it's denizens were hardly friendly. although that was only a half-truth; it had been her foolish desire of impressing her lord which led her there, and now it seemed hosannah could find redemption in this other place.

in an effort to distract from her wounds - for hosannah was not keen on speaking of them, especially since it was so obvious she was missing an appendage - she shifted the conversation to focus upon her. what of you? were you born here, or...? it seemed likely for a harem-pack like this to have many children, and so hosannah suspected this place to be much older than it was.