"Am not," comes the dragonness' somewhat petulant voice, before she saunters out, shifting to her half-dragon form, to take a seat by the table. "Why do you think I'd try to hide from you, hmm?" "Mmm, Thornwaste. Why couldn't they have named it something slightly more appealing? I mean, I suppose it's rather accurate, given that it's a wasteland literally covered in throny shrubs, but, still."<br/><br/>The creature is shuffled back home, likely none the wiser, as the avatar investigates the planar weakenings. It might be possible to shore them up, but it would likely simply cause the problem to crop up somewhere else in the vast forest, unless someone could gather enough planar 'stuff' to cover the entire forest at once. The holes seem to be independent of the darker heart of the forest, which seems to be a semi-sentient malignant energy, bound into the very soul of the woods. Definitely not sharing the same nature as the energy from Beyond; much older, and more primeval, than what he deals with.