There was a deep, wrenching groan— And the earth began to roll. Snow shook from treetops, the world a flurry of white. The terrible groan was coming from the wood. Something was coming from the wood. The trees, Elm realized. The trees were moving. Roots tore from the earth, boughs whipping through the air. Twisting, the yew trees rushed into the meadow from all sides, swiping—grasping—at the Destriers.
FUCK YEAH TREEBEARD AND THE ENTS COMING IN FTW
