Blackfoot Forest in the springtime of the year

Spine hadn't meant to startle the stranger, but that hardly seemed to matter—the girl seemed frightened by her very own shadow, and her voice was soft and unsteady. The Blackthorn shifted her approach, moving to a less threatening position and altering her own tones to be less outgoing and potentially abrasive; while she still wasn't the best at conversation, the time she had spent with her family had at least taught her how to deal with various types of personalities. She clarified her question, describing the nemetons her grandfather had told of in stories—but the stranger did not know what she sought, and indeed seemed frightened by the nature of Spine's questions, so before long the pair parted ways.