The coming storm

There's something at the edges of the Forest that used to be Seattle.

There are strange black shapes covering the trees.

There are countless crows and ravens and blackbirds massed together at the edges of the Forest. Watching, waiting, and defending the Forest against anyone who comes too close with claw and beak and lightning.

 

The Fears are showing themselves to the world. They don't need to hide anymore, and they know it. 

 

There is a storm brewing.