Blackfeather Woods a light above descending, below a dark ascending

Why...?

What was there?

All Sakhmet could think of was how much the woods had taken from her. Two brothers, a home, a family. Now the bird led her to a place she did not think she was brave enough to venture.

She thought about when the earth shook. When things fell and others were trapped or dead.

No. She told the bird sternly. No! No, go away! She ushered it off now with a loud voice and soft herding. Never once turning teeth to it.