Blackfeather Woods [BWP] the hell within earth

he feels all the pain of the Wood as if tears across his own soul. wolves have come and gone, wars have been fought and lost, and yet the foundations; the Wood, have always stood. and now they falter, the mightiest of the oaks felled and the earth torn asunder. the ravens and crows have sought refuge elsewhere; save for the old, foolish, brave, and the singular raven that never is far from the guardian. they will not leave, will not run, and yet both are aware that they, and the Wood, will to continue to erode, crack,

crumble.