Blackfeather Woods one day it's fine the next it's black

she did not think she would ever have felt joy upon seeing the dark wood, and yet that was what set her tail wagging at her hind as she forged carelessly over the border, already calling out. "@Rowan! Rowan, where are you?" this was not the meek pup that had set out from the borders months before, before the quakes had wreaked their havoc on the wood. set on finding her brother, the girl pressed deeper into the wood, dimly surprised at the way the old trails seemed to have shifted, the downed trees, the air of solemnity that had not been there before.