Blackfeather Woods & i've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool for a while now

backdated - dawn of nov 30th, just outside the borders. set after this @Maegi - other tags for reference.

it had never really been a question of 'if', had it? from the moment andraste had uttered the wood's whereabouts, deep down tundra knew her heart would listen to none of the doubts her mind spewed. it would lead her here if it killed her. as if propelled by some unknowing force, sodden and mentally bashed the woman had fled the mountains despite anxieties begging her to just follow the pallid queen to her new home and let this chapter of her life close like it was so destined to. yet she'd misjudged the power of her heart; like she always did. so quick to take pride in the soldier esque mind she bore, the ghost had never given that beating organ the recognition it deserved. it was stubborn, determined and a pain in the ass but over all it was pretty fucking strong. 

so now here she stood, blackfeather...just...sitting there, a few lengths from her. her heart hammers aggresively in her chest as she inhales shakily, 'what now?' her mind seeks answers from the iron willed determination in her chest that had gotten her here in the first plae but having completed it's task, it offers up nothing. setting paw in the flatlands had been an overwhelming sensation, the stupid open expanses of meadow she'd always cursed having brought this onslaught of overwhelming, twisted, bitter joy she didn't realise she was even capable of feeling. still, it couldn't compare to what she felt now..standing before the whispering trees she'd learnt to feel safe within. 

tundra could never explain what exactly it was about blackfeather woods that meant so much to her. she was still unable to understand the extent of what she'd undergone in terms of recovery within those shadows; of course this place was important to her. it was the beacon of her ability to realise she could love and possibly, be loved. under those trees she'd gone from the traumatized, disturbed bringer of death to a true /admittedly a little messed up/ being of proper emotion. she'd learnt that perhaps there was a possibility of a normal life within this little forest. yet for some reason the pallid fae was unable to access these realisations herself, yet she'd long since given up questioning it by now. it simply was what it was.

her nostrils flare to breathe in deeply, the tug at her paws is so strong and it's painfully difficult to remind them that she cannot just go striding into the inviting darkness. this was not her home. she winces. it's a bitter realisation to finally make it back and realise she couldn't even set paw under the trees again, this piece of land belonged to maegi's pack and tundra was...no longer one of them. she swallows nervously. would the nona even want to talk to her? flicking her tail restlessly, she paces back and forth a few times to try and expel her building doubts when...a noise. eyes lift and she gasps as the raven detaches itself from the shadows to become an individual as it swooped down to greet her. "bertók!" she exclaims hoarsely, stretching up to nuzzle at her feathered friend as it circles her with an air of suspicion. "i'm sorry i..." she bites her lip, eyes shadowed but the bird is quick to drop the act and land carefully on her shoulder; resulting in a sharp exhale shifting from her jaws. "i missed you" she murmured, looking back to the trees as they whispered and beckoned.

were they all still there? maegi, of course. and brave little @Rowan keeping everyone safe? sweet @Moonshadow with her understanding words and....@Aries. she blinks rapidly, there really is only one thing left to do and so she tilts back her head as bertók lifts to hover by her and lets her song lift free to roam the forest for her; seeking maegi. when she finished, she leaned back on her haunches, sighing heavily. she had no clue what to say at all, but she needed to do..whatever this was.