Blackfeather Woods pulling me underneath

To her satisfaction, her words were met with agreement and movement, and the pair were finally able to make headway, the boy leaning against her, and her own battered body holding him up without complaint. It was her own fault he was in this state, and she could bear his weight silently. Snow began to fall around them as they breached the outskirts of the wood, Cassiopeia pausing once to draw in the scent of Vaati at the border. She peered back into the wood, wondering if he was there, guarding her as he had these pasts weeks. Steadying herself, she stiffened her shoulders and stared out at the land beyond the wood, moving forward once more with an air of solemnity fastened around her shoulder's, not looking back once at the place that she had hated and feared and yet, had been her home for two long months.

sure! would you mind starting?