Haunted Wood follow alice

Awaiting rescue party! @Allure II @Swift We'll say they have to hang out here for several days to account for the time gap.

Despite looking like a tangled nest of spiders crossed with a smoke machine, the Haunted Woods made the ideal hiding place. It was dense and dark, cluttered with hanging vines and grey moss that clung to every exposed surface. Bazi ushered her daughter into the tangle and followed with her son, who was on the verge of slipping from her grasp yet again. Behind them, the bears were close enuogh for their ragged breaths to be heard. They were tired, but just as irritated.

The sun was beginning to rise. The light was cold and grey, glaring feebly, angrily at the misty ground. Bazi thanked their lucky stars for the poor visiblity; she and Swift melted into the background like milk into cream.

The three wolves scrambled into the forest and out of sight. Bazi pushed them as far into the unknown woods as she dared, stopping to hoist Swift - with Allure's help - over roots and drag him through the narrow passageways created by an overcrowding of trees. Eventually, the grunting huff-huff of Morran's labouring lungs grew dim, and the Grove's matriarch dared to slow down - and stop.