Ocean's Breath Plateau We're one

After a little talk with Dante Osprey's resolve to go South and see her brother was set. Of course with the pirates lurking at the Northern coasts and possibly many new packs, which had claimed the territories elsewhere, there was danger to her traveling alone. Therefore permission for her to leave was not entirely willingly given, but Dante had let her go, respecting her wanderer's nature and need to go outside in the world now and then. She had promised to return as soon as possible in return. 

It was a good day for a journey - sunny, warm and the unique smell of spring (a mix of wet earth, sprouting grass, water, leaves from the last autumn) in the air and as Osprey left her home behind, padding over a large open field, she hoped that this favorable weather was there to stay and that in a way it was a good sign. That her brother was alive, fine and well. And that this time she would be able to meet him in person rather than his murderously angry wife.  It had been almost a year now. 

When she had reached the edge of the forest (Deepwood Weald), she caught sight of the first butterflies. Yellow ones. And she stopped trying to remember, what was the old superstition about your fate in the coming summer depending on the color of the first butterfly you saw.