Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

this seems like a good place to wrap this thread up. Feel free to either post once more or archive as is. :-)

Potema seems awfully interested in the circumstances of his arrival in the Woods, ensuring that he was not ripped from his mother. For all intents and purposes the story, the lie must stay the same. He must say it so many times, like a well rehearsed line, until it becomes his truth. Until he believes it to be fact. It is the only way. “I was alone when she found me, do not worry. The wolf that had escorted me here from the Enok Tundra had left me a day prior.” Truth enough. The Stranger that had stolen him east on the promise of returning him home had abandoned him and if not for Nyx’s discovery of him he would have likely starved to death. He is sure to rectify that: to be prepared so that he never found himself in that situation again and if, by some chance he did that he would not be helpless. On the matter, Khal had nothing else to say and trudged dutifully along after Potema, turning his gaze to the softened glow of the tunnel he had been warned not to enter, wondering why Nyx would forbid him from seeing such a wondrous sight.