Haunted Wood Jon snow doesn't want it

Everyone seemed to have done well enough in the journey, and Damien felt motivation rushing through him as he saw the forest in the distance. He'd been assured that their destination was even better than The Weald could have ever been and it had the added advantage that it was way closer to Blackfeather Woods without standing right on their turf; a perfectly strategical position to keep an eye on them with enough of a buffer zone to safely build up their forces for the struggles that were sure to come.

We're not quite there yet, barked Damien, But we can start spreading our mark to let everyone know we're here to stay. those had been instructions, and anyone under Damien's command for any longer than a week would know how serious he was about marking borders and defending territory. This place was for them to hold and build upon and the path they were taking for it required seriousness and sacrifice. There was no time to rest. Not now, not ever.