Blackfeather Woods The 9th degree

So they had left the boy, and a sister of his, and split in different directions. A scowl swept across her face as a protest danced on her tongue but wasn't spoken. How stupid! The ground was shaking, earth was giving way to dangerous situations, and this family had decided to break apart! She so desperately wished to scold this boy and usher him off back to his family.

Trees down. She rumbled lowly in response. The weaker of the Woods' trees had succumbed to the fate of the earth here and there. If the land had cracked open here, she hadn't seen it or heard it yet. Not safe. It was more of a warning than it was a passing of information.

Instinct told her to start herding the boy elsewhere, back to his family or somewhere safer, but she waited patiently for what else he might wish to share.

little vague about the condition of the woods x: