Blackfeather Woods People built churches for you, and fought wars in your name, and you did nothing.

She had already been near the woods when she heard the call. She had wandered here after leaving the hollow and her son, unsure what steps to take next. She needed to talk to Sia first before doing anything else. But she had hesitated to return to Easthollow. For some reason, it had been hard to move herself in the direction of her brother, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because the last time she was there, it had been with Stag, and she wasn't ready to face whatever memories returning would bring to the surface of her mind. She also feared he would judge her for her decision to leave without her son; she certainly judged herself for it every minute since leaving. It was probably a mixture of a lot of things, but she had been slowly gathering the nerve to return and tell Sia everything. It seemed she had run out of time, though.

His call was sad, the sound breaking her heart more than it already was. She sprinted through the trees, afraid something had happened to him. She still retained most of her memory of the forest, and she used it to navigate through the territory. She slowed when she finally found him, stopping when she was in front of him. Sia, she said, a little breathless from sprinting. What happened?