Feathers
John takes a drag from his cigarette as he follows his team through Witchwood Forest. Their sensors had indicated some odd activity here and he wasn't taking any chances.
"Look at this," Xander calls, holding up a clump of purple feathers.
Frowning, John blows out smoke. "Looks like Blinky sniggles were here."
Xander nods solemnly. "Yeah, but feathers don't normally fall out like this. Something attacked it."
"What could attack and take down a sniggle?" Jade asks, looking over at the pair curiously.
"Lots of dangerous things live in these woods, Smythe," John tells them gravely, "Keep your guards up."











