Fairspell Meadow Dust off your boots

These wilds were not the only location hit by the locust swarm, but they were the most affected by far. Macintosh's eyes combed the distant trees as he thumped along, mulling over whether his decision to keep going in this direction was wise. Should shit hit the fan, he would be welcomed back at Chokecherry Bramble, but begrudgingly. You could say he was an odd one in his family, but he didn't shame them, and yet he brought them no joy or glory either.

Leaving hadn't been hard, but Macintosh pushed the thoughts away all the same and brought himself back to the present. Locust swarm or none, this was a new land and Mac was ever interested in the goings on of packs that might inhabit new places. He smacked his lips and pressed on, paws thumping and tail swinging, while trying not to look too hard at the devastated trees on the horizon.