Deepwood Weald i cannot feel the fire

Malcanthet was curious as to the lands that the Melonii had given up in favor of their homeland. He had no emotional or personal attachment to the Woods as his cousin had, but he had pledged his loyalty, and would honor his commitment. But he was curious. Other than the emotions, what made Blackfeather Woods better than this land?

So the consort struck out, eventually reaching tee place at nightfall. It was a lovely place, he thought. Both of the places that they had occupied, the Phantom Hollow and this Weald, seemed nice. They both fit the overall theme that the Melonii had, both here and beyond.

The Weald was not completely abandoned, he saw. The scent, though light, was there, enough to deter squatters. Malcanthet did not concern himself with the risk of being thought as an intruder — he was a Melonii after all.