Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

looking for @Maegi! your open threads were all taken and i didn't want to interrupt any of them so i made us one. for the quest "your secrets lie in my heart" :D.

wintersbane does not know the name of the grotto he'd found in the northeast corner of blackfeather's claimed lands but he remembers it being concealed by thick and writhing fog. except it has risen this morning in the grasp of dawn still young. with a furrow of his brow and an persistent itch to venture into it's depths and explore it overtakes him. the swamp is silent, eerily so, and rather bleak. moss carpets the forest floor, vibrant and green despite that autumn has dug her roots in to make way for winter.

the further he ventures, he pays more attention to the faint pale blue wisps that writhe before his eyes. at first, the tundrian, teetering on that edge of skeptical isn't sure what he's saying. fireflies, perhaps. the lights are not consistent as they dance to a silent rhythm that he cannot hear. they flicker in and out of existence brief and all around him. one drifts across the bridge of his muzzle and he recoils. not in fright but as it subconsciously triggers his 'fight' instinct. except he cannot fight something that he is not even sure is real.

his perspectives on things have begun their heavy handed shift and yet still he clings to the edge, teetering precariously on the thin edge of a knife's blade. whether they are real or not, whether they are fireflies made to look like wisps in the remnants of fog that linger is unknown and matters little. he is undoubtedly fascinated and ventures boldly further into the grotto as if drawn in by the faintest and barest of siren's songs luring him.