Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

Things had a way of not working out like she planned. She thought her form would have pleased them and perhaps she'd be left alone to pitter-patter her way around the borders again. Instead he grew into something that, in her eyes, resembled an indestructible monolith.

Here. She breathed the word back to him. Here? This time it came out posed like a question. Jakoul did not know where she was. What the importance of this place was. Instinct told her the scent meant this was a group for someones but who were they? Where was here?