Blackfeather Woods but now the rains weep o'er her hall

"Do you want to go with me to look?"

"Yes."

It seemed her answer had been decided before she had even uttered a word. She could not fathom being left behind or, heaven forbid, something happening to her family without her being there for them. Of course. She was nervous about the things that laid outside of the woods but she was not scared. As much as she adored the woods and caves she called home, a part of her yearned to know what laid beyond. What was the unknown hiding from them? Perhaps they could find joy or excitement on such a somber trip.