The Bracken Woods blood-freezing

Thuringwethil nods. His interest doesn’t go unnoticed but she’s unsure the true nature of it. She can’t differentiate whether it’s because he wants to know more for a shelter over his head or if he wants to avoid it all entirely. Coming across her pack won’t be the last one he finds, either, with the maple wolves below that, and the surrounding packs beyond that lost to her. Gyda has told her about the others but her knowledge of them are limited and she couldn’t begin to explain where they are.

“Maybe a half days travel. And a little bit further is another. Beyond that, I can’t be much help,” she says, glancing back over her shoulder through the woods. Her approach isn’t exactly a straight line to her home, leaving her scent a deceit for any that might follow her. “I have room, if you’re looking. If you can be useful to me.”