Blackfeather Woods damn the torpedoes!

Everything seemed to...

explode.

The once sleepy woods of Blackfeather seemed to become alive. Raccoons in a panic and birds above letting their own discomfort with the scene be known. There were the more canid sounds too. Snaps with growls or barks.

Sensory overload was all she could think of. Small but strong claws dug into the delicate skin of her muzzle. Cuts and tears that would easily heal with no reminders. Although she did not imagine the small claw attack to last long with Maegi quite literally at the belly of the beast.

When — if — she broke free from the raccoon due to her ghostly companion’s attack, she’d aim to help Tundra in snapping and herding the other creatures away from the woods.

They needed to leave after what they had done.