Deepwood Weald Lost without you

The magnificence of the tree behind her, Maude continued around the sentinels that dared bar her way to Feragho. The pirate - recently a cabin boy girl - was silent now, skirting farther inland, feeling a disgusting shiver run up her spine as she stepped farther and farther away from the sea's salty embrace and deeper into the trees of this wilderness that smelled distinctively and revoltingly like bears and landlubber wolves. Maude barely noticed her coyote-shaped shadow as she increased her pace, determined to get away from the soft dirt and trees and back to sand and salt, and to him.