Blackfeather Woods Through the Cold

This way, She began to guide Vandal to the nearest opening into the Web, wondering if he had known of this entrance. They were hidden, and hidden well. Under all this snow, they were damned near invisible. But Potema had been born and raised here — if her other eye was blinded, she could still walk through these woods as if she had both.

She found the entrance, easily breaking through the crust that formed over it. She turned back to Vandal, her good eye looking towards him quizzically. Have you been in the Web before?