Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Close to Donnelaith's borders; any Donnelaith wolves strongly encouraged!

She hated being this far inland. Though the taste of salt was all about in the air, it lacked the familiar beat of the sea's heart. No pirate would live here so deep into the woods - that was for the landlubbers. But it was the only way she could skirt around the thick tangle of trees that she was sure to get lost in and lose her way. She couldn't spare the time getting lost in that tangle of immensely tall trees, not when she knew she was so close to him. She felt it in her core, that bond they had with each other throbbing the more steps she took north. Feragho was close.

He had to be.

Maude refused to let anything distract her from her goal, but the sheer size of these redwoods were hard to ignore. The disheveled lass looked up at their heights, craning her head back for a brief moment, then shaking her head and speaking to herself. The Cap'n's more important than any ol' tree.