Blackfeather Woods deepest sympathies

shift of posture, all there was to show surprise.

the head turned, for the ears never could.

for a while, there was silence.

then,

undeniable.

cowled gaze drifted back to the bark.

this place... of much power. a mind, feels it. hark, these birds... how they whisper.

the head angled. above, muffled by the canopy - murders, conspiracies.

...curiosities, of course. it resumed. an altar, not far from here. offerings... fresh. its muzzle tilted up, following the seep of pus. a mind, feels it.

doest thou, deadblood?