Blackfeather Woods send help

I was going to make Astara’s journey to BFW a RO, but this seemed too good to pass up!!

with the crone departed astara had left @Merrick, deigning to journey south in the storm’s lull. he was distant as of late, and something troubled the blackbird’s sleep; something that cast a long shadow all the way home.

relmyna.

she had never found her mother’s seeing stone - not after that bastard had stolen it from her. so she returned to blackfeather for something else— something potent with the witch’s (and her own) blood to act as conduit to merrick’s malevolent god.

faint whisperings rose the moment astara reunited her teeth around the delicate ivory of her mother’s pelvis — rejoicing or lamenting, she could not tell. they seemed distant, indecipherable — as if they had been left alone far too long in the void. astara listened, and heard nothing save those tangling voices. as she made to leave she realized not a soul seemed to occupy these woods. it was a grim realization that struck astara like a gong. her home was abandoned — in ruins — it was good then, she had designs to bring her mother elsewhere.

leaving then, astara heard the scuttle of feet on snow, accompanied by the spit of hardened voices. intrigued, she drifted closer — the arch of her mother’s pelvis held in her jaws still. a yearling — no one she recognized — was pursuing the form of a surprised agouti adult; if astara was not so occupied, she might have derived joy from participating in whatever torment was in store that day.