Blackfoot Forest light and vibration

since the death of her husband hosannah had been hidden away among the trees. she was still afraid of their darkness. of the twisting, claw-ended branches. without the dense canopies to shroud the area in darkness she felt a little safer among them, and had sequestered herself among a hollow grove, although the purpose remained hidden. at her paws sat a pile of dried leaves. some things she had squared away before the locust invasion — before the death of her new husband, too — and she had her head bent in silent prayer over them. many thoughts filled her mind but she had hidden herself so as to avoid speaking; there was nothing to root her to this forest now. no husband, and barely even a pack. the famine left her hungry and she yearned to venture far afield to seek sustenance, yet kept herself here, hoping that raas had a plan for her.