Deepwood Weald All hail the Night Mother!

@Damien @Aries @Midar @Alarian @Megara @Moath @Moira

They had arrived in woodlands that were unfamiliar to the young Nyx, but it provided much needed cover and there seemed to be no packs nearby. Camping out there was deemed the better course of action. The mist and the tall trees created an atmosphere that could be compared to the comfort of what was once their home; Blackfeather Woods. But these woods were new. These woods meant solitude, for at least until they were gathered up.

Or perhaps for the rebirth of their legacy. The more days they spent there, the more she liked it. She didn't think she'd ever been this close to the sea, unless she had forgotten, and it brought with it a new kind of excitement. Surely there lay more, hidden in the mist or underneath the thick layer of ferns, that was worth exploring. She felt better having denied Stigmata the satisfaction of seeing her turn against her own, for now they had become stronger than ever and threatened their very existence.

She let her howl travel on the winds to all of them that had followed, wanting their opinions on the place they had stumbled upon but also to have everyone together in one place for once.