Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

The rain didn't seel to slow in its downfall, but he wanted to take a trip away.
Away from the canyon that was slowly turning into a clay pit.
Didn't suit him much, so he decided to fuck off on another day trip.
This time decidedly in the opposite direction of their unfriendly neighbours.

He decided that the thick canopy of the woods would keep it pretty dry, so he headed for that.
Well, he was wrong because the rain had already bent the leaves and branches to let it pour to the soft ground. Bugger.

But soon enough in his explorations, he happened to cup his ears towards a sound.
A voice.
Soft and cooing. Fucking Nemisis.
"The fuck..?" He muttered, going against all his instincts to stay away.

But he was greeted with the very opposite image of Nemisis, but a pale woman, laying by a bird struggling to lift itself so very feebly.
"Do you talk to 'em?" he questioned, standing away from the woman. Watching.