Blackfeather Woods let it out

Her daughter turns away from the thorns, instead looking up at her with an inquisitive glint in her eye that Potema smiled at. There was no need for words from her daughter; she wanted to learn. Potema wondered what she could teach the girl, locked in winter as they were. The visit to the Temple and the Web she wanted all four of them involved in, but there were other things she could teach them, individually.

Potema turned to the nearest roost of the ravens, one of the black-feathered factions that populated the forest. They quorked gently at her presence, Potema looking up and nodding in response. There are crows and ravens here in Blackfeather Woods. Here are a few of the ravens, She speaks to her daughter softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The ravens and crows are known to fight, over land and food. The winter quells the battles, but come spring, with their chicks hatching, they will fight once more,