"Woods. Blackfeather Woods." She corrected, though the title didn't matter all that much. He was interested in it, mainly because he probably hadn't heard of the place before. Mystery was the best way to intice others. "It is not a forest for most people. She began. "It's a frightening forest." She hoped to entice him with the mystery and danger that lay in the woods that she had grown to love.
"The canopy is thick and blocks out most of the sunlight. It's very misty and it gets boggy in the southern parts, since there is a swamp at the southern edge of the woods." The priestess hadn't explored much of the swamp as of yet, but she was sure to do so once her pack had been established. "There's only big prey there, no rabbits or squirrels. The crows and ravens either scared them off or killed them. They fight, actually. They've been having a war for a very long time and its a bloody war at that. If you're into carrion birds, you could always scavenge a battle." It could be a good food source to exploit during the winter. The birds didn't seem to bury their dead, or really carry them off. Their "funerals" would be held at the battlefield, or back home, she guessed, if they had ones at all.
