Blackfeather Woods tijarat allahm

they had not expected to be heard so soon, but their call quickly drew another from the underworld of the bleak wood. one of jawahir's own kind, a thin boy, and recovering from wolf-marks.

my poor brother, jawahir sighed, approaching him. careful gaze flicked over the other's figure. they thought suddenly of the pale and royal man who had offered much to keep them there.

are you alone? ears darting to hear the word of the other.