Blackfeather Woods at your service.

The dark woman could not contain her giggles as traveled to meet the call of Emelie, the woman who had severed the head off her dead sister's body. There was little remorse for Althaia within the Silencer's heart. The sister had betrayed her, her generosity; Althaia had run when she knew the beings within the dark woods would not let it slide so easily, risking the lives of her children in the process. Foolish girl, Althaia had always been so naive; and it had cause her eventual demise in the form of a woman scorned. Now, Althaia's head stood decaying at the borders of Blackfeather woods, a pillar for all that they stood for. Those who dared to turn their back to the Night Mother and her coalition would no sooner find their existence on the great, green earth would be of little time.

“Emelie, take me to where her blood was spilled,” Nemesis had parted well with her husband and her children; each child knew not to ask where her mother went nor the business of which that would take her away. However, a wink to Abraxas had sent him all he needed to know for the child was of higher intuition than the others, her Raven. She would miss him the most, even if her plans did not extend for more than a few days. For now, she turned to the Tyro; utter excitement laced in her eyes. To Easthollow they would travel, and there Nemesis would find her peace.