Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

They were close - she could nearly feel the vibrations in the earth itself. Or perhaps that was the thunderous way of galloping Vaati had as he rushed to their side of the woods. She nearly smiled upon seeing his scarred face, though she did not prefer him as a leader. She preferred no one now she thought of it. Still, she followed him and her uncle to the Weeping Willow she had never found so interesting as to explore it. There, she waited with them, posture hunched and ready to leap whenever necessary to ensure their victory.