Blackfeather Woods like a Kennedy

Eldritch came to Lane's flank at the border of the Woods, eyes inquisitive as the other woman peeled away the forest floor. 
To the gaze given, El shrugged softly. 
"I never knew these were here." She responded softly. "However, in my knowledge of spirits, I would assume these skulls are a way for the souls of the dead to protect the secrets within." She mused, walking fearlessly, calmly, into the shadows that made up most of the Blackfeather Woods. It somehow still felt like home, like she belonged. 

Yet, she did not. Not anymore, she thought, even as the spirits whispered sweet nothings in her ears.