Deepwood Weald drawn with a team of little atomi

@Damien @Nocturnal @Midar

It seems things have changed, since she last spoke to her grandson. After wandering a bit, she follows his scent here—mingled with others; some familiar, some not. Was their stay in the mountains really so abbreviated?

All the better that the family can be all together, she supposes. 

The crone lifts her head at the edge of the trees and howls, summoning whoever is in charge here as well as Midar. It reminds her somewhat of the forest where her sister's body rests, and she finds peace in the similarity. Megara is not comfortable enough to sit, but she relaxes somewhat, easing the stiff set of her shoulders with a sigh.