Blackfeather Woods You thought I'd just abandon you?

Her tail wagged at the sight of her father, though a smile did not cross her face. She was glad to see him, but the sight of the Woods was too depressing for her to truly comprehend. Some part of her thought that the magic surrounding Blackfeather Woods would protect it from the clearly Daedra-sent swarm, but the bare trees disagreed with her. I can hardly recognize anything, what with all of the leaves being gone. She murmured, her eyes still fixed on the canopy, her ears perked for any raven or crow call. Nothing. I wandered around south of here trying to get a feel for what was ravaged and what was left. She sighed, remembering walking through the prarie and what remained of Bramblepoint. There's not much green left here. I can't say for sure how much of the Wilds was hit, but the damage is substantial enough to force us to scout for herbs and prey half a day away from here. Perhaps more.