Blacktail Deer Plateau and all god's people find their place

What did she call this place?

She had not decided on anything official. It felt like it would have been easiest to mutter a name she knew well. Blackfeather. Except this place was not there. Her home in the woods was no more. Inspiration could be drawn, though. To hold on to the memories.

Blacktail, She answered after her thoughtful pause. It is only me, so your passage through here is welcomed. No guardians to reinforce boundaries or keep wolves out of any marked borders. Not to mention Sakhmet — for all her rude questioning and ill sensation at the concept of pregnancy — would not exclude a pregnant creature easy passage.