Blackfeather Woods Full of death and glory

"I can not speak for her safety," she murmured her reply, unsure on how she could console the Listener, in preparation of the worst. Wintersbane would be best for that task, she supposed. He'd been here longer than she. "I do fear for the worst." 
The words were barely a whisper, a plume of vapor washed away of the cold air. 

A few steps in silence before another question was posed, lightening the mood and bringing a careful softness to the woman's eyes. 
"I like it here, it is mostly quiet and you don't seem to have wayward beings."
Little did she know of Titmouse's past, nor the disturbance he may hail these woods. 
"I feel at peace here, and Maegi has mentioned some of its history." A soft, almost sympathetic smile came to her lips. But the grand woman beside her had done well in her task of a leader, and Flicker didn't doubt her choices at all.