Blackfeather Woods young dumb & broke

[table width=80%][tr][td]She wondered then; would she have listened to some other's demand to stop exploring something interesting? Given that the tree did not give off a terribly dangerous vibe and her logical thinking would not consider it too bad of a threat, probably not. So, with that thought in mind she now realised she was teaching the kid a lesson without doing anything. It brought a slight smile to her pretty face. Surely, if the tree was deadly they wouldn't live here or even allow such young children to wander about the woods. Then again... These were de Blackfeather Woods; things far more morbid than death itself had flowered here.

And so she kept still - sitting, never flitting, as she observed the young explorer. Sooner rather than later would the harmful spores affect him in some way; only then would she move to get him out of there. Curious souls got punished in their own way; it was better to listen to older wolves.[/tr][/td][/table]