Blackfeather Woods With strange aeons even death may die

The sunrise over Blackfeather Woods was beautiful. A dark indigo sky shot through with veins of orange and pink as the sun began to peek out from the horizon, bordered by the silhouettes of ancient trees. The waking caws of the resident murder broke the stillness of the forest, along with the crackle of twigs and debris as Ramsay moved carelessly along a game trail. It was early, but he was already late on making a report and couldn't wait any longer. He ought to have done it immediately, but part of him believed the threat was as empty as the brain that conjured it.

Still, empty or no, @Maegi needed to know about the company she kept. The dwarf paused in the most open part of the forest, near the Melonii's former entrance into the web beneath the woods, and lowered his hindquarters so he could tilt his head up and issue a howl for his sister's attendance.