Blackfeather Woods Sing the Songs of Legend and Myth

Akari was full of joy, and not only for the arrival of Spring and the sight of life flourishing everywhere. She belongs to a pack, now, against all odds, after a year of solitude. She was so grateful.
She readily tried to get to know her new home, and it turns out the forest is one of many secrets.
She inhaled the sweet air and sat by the woodland's outskirts, gazing at the grasslands that stretched till the horizon. She liked that place: it was silent, peaceful. She let her senses be flooded with the colors and scents of the new season, her mind sketching a portrait of Blackfeather Woods. 
As her thoughts rush, her mouth recited the words to the breeze.

There is a forest, a land of old

That Winter painted in white gold

It hides shadows that only welcomes the bold

And a rose that managed to bloom in the cold

The line between worlds is thin

And the dead still lurks within

The creatures' fate is one and the same

A part of their souls is for the woods to claim