Blackfeather Woods there is something rotten in the state of Denmark

her answers proved satisfactory, though it would be time that would prove their validity. she dipped her muzzle, gaze still on the dwarf. "thank you." she stepped over the border, and familiarity mixed then with discontent. still, she was sincere in her gratitude, and followed resolutely after Ramsay.

it took a moment of consideration to settle on "the glen." she'd like nothing more than to isolate herself as she had is Rusalka, but could not do so when she lay heavily in their debt. the wood swallowed the both of them easily, and moments later the border lay quiet once more.