Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

Even as she stepped away he did not move, remaining where he was as he watched. He did not know what the issue was, if not the threat of war, though his expression did not betray his confusion; his face appeared stoic, entirely neutral, for now. “If it’s not war, then what?” he asked. Was there truly even something to fear? As far as he could see, things were on the right path to returning to how they once were; before long, the woods would be as he remembered it, and was that not enough? Did that not take away everything that might cause worry or fear? It certainly did for him.