Blackfeather Woods I'm sitting in a railway station, got a ticket for a destination

Her mind is racked constantly by both her memory and her, often debilitating, headaches. It had been a good year since she had lived within her den. Spiderlings' Glen had been her home for the better part of her adult life. It would be too difficult to dig another this late in autumn. She searches, brow furrow in as she scours her mind's map once more. No, She answers the question Kjalarr poses to her, almost absent minded in her response.