Blackfeather Woods I think I need help

Little by little the scene grew with faces. The Merei's son and eventually the Nona. Both seemed quick to help the frantic mother but then came the Nona's hysteria of the state of her own children. Mothers all around here and she could not drop an ounce of empathy. However she could spare plenty of sympathy for the situation. Not one soul (not even the most cruel) should go through the pain of losing such a dear thing as a young one.

Her gaze hardened ever so slightly as she moved into action once more, turning to look upon her fellow leader. Go. She whispered tenderly. Find children. Me...coyote. It was not a demand but an offer. She would rather have the more child-skilled Nona go and care for the brood of the Woods while Jakoul did what she had been promoted to do.

If she was not stopped, she would turn to follow the freshest trail that the vermin had left.