Blackfeather Woods from dancing mice to psychopaths

Please let @Castor reply first. :) @Nemesis, @Damien

Leaving the island hadn't been the easiest decision but what little remains would have been the end of their line, one way or another. Convincing Castor to go with her, however, had been relatively easy. She'd sacrificed the pampered life for the both of them and without ever bringing it up, she often wonders if her brother harbors any resentment toward her. Both now running on empty promises and a rumbling belly, ultimately settling somewhere will hopefully put an end to their wandering feet and replenish the things they have both lost. 

Coming upon a forest from the south, having traveled far more inland than she prefers, but urging them onward. Scents litter their surroundings but nothing ever catches her attention for more than a few minutes of pondering. Those they've met on the way hold little interest for her but as the near a forest, sticking out like a sore thumb, Leda can't help but wonder if this is it or just the end of the line. With a sigh escaping, she feels her muscles give their own sigh of relief, a form, once filled out, would be regal but emaciated from travel. She casts her brother a quick look, quietly urging him to make the false connotation of a decision.