Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

there's one more thought that demands attention now that she's fulfilled the will of the first, that has been nagging ever since the warlord told her the blackfeather had fallen. she wants to see it. there is some disbelief at his words, despite the apparent sincereity of them, and it is only now that she stands at the shores of the great lake that they seem real. the wood is quiet and yet no less menacing, and there is no reek of carrion here. tongue slicks over her muzzle, still wet from drink, as she watches in contemplation the raven that swings low toward her, come out from the wood. she has avoided it for so long, to come here of her own free will seems to bring about a shift in the same way her last meeting with Vaati did, and keeps her from making headway into the wood that lays perhaps 100 meters from her.