Blackfeather Woods stage 3: bargaining

This place gave her the creeps, even after all this time. Towhee shuddered, hastening her step a little as she bisected the heart of the woods. The tip of her tail switched as she realized she hadn’t thought of the Blackfeathers in a very long time. They had ceased to exist, not just in her mind but, it seemed, in reality too.

She paused, eyes sweeping over the eldritch forest, before angling north after all. Towhee continuously checked her surroundings as she aimed for the airy meadow and the great lake beyond. From there, she would follow the river to her “parking spot” in The Heartwood, maybe rest a few days and then check in with her granddaughters.

Her orange gaze caught on something through the trees. Towhee halted and squinted, ears falling back again. It was a wolf, she realized with a little start. She instinctively sniffed the air, trying to catch its—his, she noted when she found it—scent. It was familiar. It took a moment for Towhee to place it. When she did, her eyes narrowed into slits.