Blackfeather Woods hollow coves

Silver eyes watched as the collection of plants was settled against the earth below them. She knew nothing of their uses or even why someone would collect them. Yet she said nothing, could not bring the proper words to form on her tongue to ask. She would simply settle for the lack of knowledge that consumed her mind about the bundle of herbs.

The question was easy enough and although Jakoul was no master of these woods, for she knew not every crevice that lined the earth or claw mark that marred ancient trees, she knew them well enough. Home. It was a word that she used for this place these days. Her head bobbed softly, a silent yes.