The Bracken Woods ride on through the night ride on

Rook had been informed of her sister's storied history in the Wilds, including the discovery of some half-siblings; that, too, provided the dark woman with some motivation to explore the area. Family was important, but were they really family if you didn't know them? "A place called Redbird... something," she answered slowly, struggling to free the name from her memory. That didn't seem quite right, but it had been almost a year since Rook had last spoken to her litter mate. "I think it's further to the south. Her name is Maudlin," she added, though she didn't expect the first wolf she ran into to know of her.