Blackfeather Woods drunk and driven by a devil's hunger.

the woman's apology is met with a flick of her ears. she has come to terms with it, and the words, she feels, are only a formality. she does not know how closely the woman before her has lived the same tragedy. 

and then her true intent here is made clear. the woman considers a moment, and offers a shake of her muzzle. "I've seen no children here, nor in the past fortnight." a raven calls overhead, before noisily bursting into flight above the canopy. her gaze remains on the commander, adding after a beat, "if he were smart, he'd avoid this place."