Blackfeather Woods Think of those autographs I'll sign: Good luck to ya'

Have fun with Potema I guess...

It felt good to be back in Blackfeather Woods. As soon as the shadows of the Woods slid over her pelt she knew that she would feel better than she had in months. The darkness of the forest was comforting after moons of the light. Even Hag Fen wasn't as dark as her birthplace. Some part of that darkness had wormed its way into her soul, she supposed, making it resonant whenever she entered darkness once more.

But Potema felt empty, despite being on familiar ground. Her family, especially her brothers, were strangers to her, the other residents unknowable, her mother was dead. She had no one even though she had a whole pack behind her.

The white witch wandered at the edge of the swamp, searching for the dry land bridge that connected the forest to Nightcaller Temple. It had been so long she had forgotten where the path lay, and she wrinkled her nose at the familiar stench of the Mire as she searched for it. It was one of the only things in the forest she hadn't missed, that stench.