He decided to explore the lands just beyond the Forest, as he had now familiarized himself enough with his new territory. Under the watchful shadow of the mountain there were more forests, each separate from the other in their own distinct characters and traits. This one was winding, thick with thickets and thorns and ferns. He wondered if he was getting lost, as each landmark looked the same as the last. He happened upon a reprieve from the solitude, in stark contrast to the wolf he encountered, in the form of another wanderer in the Weald, who he smiled upon warmly. Hallo,

Sauce? He said, his accent warping the word. What does that mean? There were plenty of words in the common tongue that he did not know — the sheer amount had always baffled him, he thought he had known enough to get him by in normal conversations, but he was sometimes lacking. My name is Haoniyao — and no. He was a stranger to these lands, perhaps not as much as this male, by his accent.