Deepwood Weald Where's North?

Itsy cocked her head to the side. She mildly understood the meaning to what Bastien said. He must have been an owl in some past life. Must have been. She was distracted from her thoughts when he let out a small yawn mixed with a whine. Was she tiring him with her chit-chat?

Well, it was time. No better time like the present, in her books. She spread her wings, making ready. This was it. She would go onward, leaving everything behind. Not the first time, and surely not the last. But she couldn't leave without a sense of gratitude.

"Thank you...owl-wolf" she joked. What a great nickname. "If we ever meet again, I will hope to return the favor." With that, she launched off the branch, taking to the air.

Feel free to make one last post. If not, I'll archive.