Blackfeather Woods Breached her sanctuary

Barging in say hi to your granduncle

The man had not seen his grand...niblings? Was that the term for them? His grandnephews and grandniece. He had been the one providing for them — hunting the food that was then transported to their Glen. But he had yet to lay eyes on them, other than brief glances from the top of the Glen.

He knew about their deformities; had expected it. The Meloniis were notorious for their inbreeding. It was this that ultimately led Meldresi to finally depart from their home and create her own sect, with new blood to fuel them. She had been successful for at least two generations. But their progress had been halted right in its tracks with the birth of these three; the blood of Melonii siblings had mixed once more.

But children were children. No matter how twisted they might be in mind or body. And they deserved to know all of their relations in proximity. He ventured to the Glen, with no edible gift in maw, hoping that a new presence would be enough to garner their interest.

As he approached he heard a puppy's yipping howl. It was not in distress, so his pace did not increase, sliding down the Glen's slope with ease. Hello? He called out, seeing none of the pups there.