Blackfeather Woods plating

crowfeather!

heshe was not that but atill awoke as if called by one of two names shehe remembered and one heshe couldn't couldn't couldn't couldn't no matter how hard shehe tried to.

heshe slept so shallowly here. dark trees rose everywhere and closed in around herhim like sentinels. they didn't guard himher. they kept impartial watch, and were full of black beady eyes and feathers. they spoke when shehe tried to sleep, in voices shrill and singsong horrible.

pawsteps and crick crack cricking of braches approached. the dog was huddled beneath a soft ledge and a single fat root curled over it and heshe found some comfort in curling hisher spindly body about it. now fear gripped himher such as that a soud that was immediately regretted came out.

a whine, small small small got out of hisher mouth and shehe covered hisher snout like it had yet to escape and wasn't out there now for the crick-cracking pawsteps to hear and maybe find himher and maybe crick-crack-crick hisher bones as well.

the greyhound's heart beat bam bam bam.