The Heartwood corrupted lungs

Heph smiled, and murmured slightly soft "Such wise words." She got up and stretched, her limbs warming at the movement and she shook out her fur to the autumn chill before turning to Atka with an open posture waiting for her to lead the way. "Let's sleep after we've tired ourselves out." While Heph treasured her ability to roam she also enjoyed immensely these moments with Atka. It was not at peace, the Forsaken did not have quite so strong a hold on the Heartwood as would make them completely safe, but there was a calm to it that quieted the discomfort of loneliness.