Blackfeather Woods its much too strong.

-- Parvati, are you okay? Came the voice again, shifting like static as it took on the familiar tones of someone she knew. 

She flinched and twitched but did not rise, nor did she respond in any way. She was tucked tightly in to a ball within the ferns; comforted in some small measure by the green but, it would not last.

Parvati felt that she could not trust her ears right now - and as she tried to combat the fear and confusion brewing inside of her, she opened her eyes, watching the shadows morph and twist and become a ghost. The shape didn't look threatening at first. The warrior drifted closer and when Parvati could get a good look at their face, she saw a flash of light in Tundra's eyes — green, bright like sunlight through leaves, menacing — and she ducked her head back down, tucking her nose in to her tail.

Shhh, girl, do not be afraid. Your god walks with you - spoke the voice from around her; the shadows -- they felt alive, they were warm and festering -- Parvati connected the dots in her addled brain and murmured, p..p...pery...ite...? And around her the darkness rustled; it was merely the wind, but in her altered state the new mother thought it was something more dire. Certainly the god of pestilence made manifest -- or something akin to that.