Blackfeather Woods the heart's content

Namira's Mire (east border) by Otter Creek.
@Okeanos is travelling with her.

The moody forest painted the horizon with a streak of black, and in the early morning hours the pair crept towards it. They'd slept a bit by the riverside adjacent, with Ibis falling in to a light sleep against her brother after an hour or so of stargazing. It had been a clear night, but the morning sky was layered with fat clouds that appeared to be gathering and darkening. The smell of rain was in the air although nothing had fallen; it was with this in mind that the pair decided to venture in to the foreign forest. If the rain did start up there was no telling how bad the weather would get, so they'd need some kind of shelter. The trees appealed to both Ibis and Okeanos, but after an hour or so of wandering there was some clarity: the ground beneath their feet was soggy with mud and cold, which made their trail irregular and soured Ibis' typically good mood. She didn't like the feeling of the mire between her toes, the way the brown muck streaked her nimble legs, or the smell — and it seemed quite pungent, that smell. Unlike anything she was accustomed to, heavy and thick and sour. Hopefully they'd make their way north quickly and find some place to bathe.