Blackfeather Woods When will all the pain end.

Well, at least she was within a pack. . .though whether that meant she was safe or not was debatable. Maegi knew all too well Blackfeather had enemies scattered throughout the wilds, courtesy of her darker-hearted ancestors. She frowned, hoping for the best. At the question, she shrugged, any light in her eyes promptly extinguished.

I. . .don't know. Whenever the ground stops shaking. Whenever the trees stop falling. The two women padded along in silence for a little while, heading to open ground. Maegi's mouth trembled, pulled taut, as she warred with her feelings. But the Cryptid deserved an explanation, and so. . .

Anansi is dead, she said flatly, her tone at odds with the turbulence in her heart. A tree fell on him. She kept her gaze straight ahead, fixed on the path, unable to focus on anything else lest she break down yet again. It would be stupid of us to stay in the forest while things continue to go wrong.

Any arguments would be refuted. Any emotional ties to the woods had to be quashed. No piece of ground was worth their children's lives.