The Tangle bird watching goes both ways

When Furi reaches the borders of Drageda, she hears Blixen’s voice in the back of her head. You’re always out. She teeters on the edge, weaving in and out every so often, until eventually she moves away without going back. She can do what she wants, as long as she does her part. She doesn’t have to stay in Drageda anymore than she wants to or be near Blixen all the time, or Rose—though she wouldn’t complain if Rose wanted to hang out more—but she is a scout and this is what scouts do.

She finds herself beginnings of thick brush. It’s a good attempt at clearing her mind, having to focus on where she steps so she doesn’t get caught. A red flag hangs out in front of her, warning her not to keep going, but she pushes through anyway despite the growing anxiety. Something hooks around the back of her leg and she tugs, unable to shake away whatever it is. She turns back to see her paw caught between vine and a thick growth of roots. Ugh. She hobbles back for better balance and braces herself, using all her strength to try and tear away but the more she pulls, the tighter it becomes, and a few more tugs later, she realizes she has to try something else.

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