Blackfeather Woods the 10th of sun's height

The woods have drawn her in, and though Morgiah could not explain her reasoning if asked, she trusts Vaermina's guidance. The dream-spinner has never led her astray, even in the darkest of times. Surely there is a reason she has called her most loyal servant to the borders of this pack. The shadowy wraith lingers quietly, tasting the air for several long moments. This is it, Vaermina murmurs to her, and dutifully she tips her head back to call for an audience. This is it, she echoes silently to herself, though she cannot hope to fathom the meaning of the words. She can only trust Vaermina's plan.