Deepwood Weald Where's North?

Itsy wanted to make some witty remark to his threat. But she kept it to herself, no matter how large the urge to do so was. Instead, she rolled her eyes, moving across the branch in a proud-like manner. She always was such a show off, and it was also meant as a taunt.

She looked at him questionably. "What's so wrong with Itsy?" she asked. There was nothing wrong with it. At least, nothing she could think of.

The question he asked made her think long and hard. She doubted she would be returning to her home, being lost like this. And it would not be the last time she does this. That's when an idea appeared. Her solution. And she had been doing it for most of her life.

"Pick a direction, and go that way" she murmured. The one piece of advice she ever needed. She gazed to the sky once more. Her home. There was only way to go. Forward. "I'll go forward."