Honeyed Pasture there are people who are pushing me on the train

While it seemed he had given up his search for the rest of his family, Remmy was simply...taking a moment to regather. He would be lying if he said he wasn't doubting he'd ever be reunited, but he knew if he just found that mountain, he'd find them. For the moment, though, the boy followed a small, winding stream that took him to a golden field.

The smell of bear and coyote hung heavy in the area, and so Remmy kept on high alert. However, he enjoyed the open sky and long grasses, having spent too long in barren forests and stripped meadows. Mood less sour than it had been for the past few days, the Ferretti came to a stop at the edge of the stream, lapping at the cool waters.