Stavanger Bay The murdered Red Herring

"Please," said Doe, desiring that she not be left alone on the walk to Teaghlaigh. Already, she could feel her grasp on reality becoming tenuous, thin. Being away from Szymon, the sea, their pack - it did something to her, and she feared she might lose herself if left to wander on her own.

Focused as she was on keeping her memories in order, Doe did not hear the rest of what Palisander said. She had already begun walking, at any rate, and events were likely to unfold with or without her verbal input. Perhaps Arturo would speak to her, and perhaps he would not. Likely, his words would fall on deaf ears.

The forest was not far from her home, but it seemed to take an eternity to reach the borders. The scent of Furiosa had already gone dead and stale, though it was still strong in many places. It made her heart ache to witness this, and though vengence burned in her belly, she had little desire to visit the place where the woman had been slain.

Still, she would know the scent of her enemy.

"Where did it happened?" Doe whispered, looking around for the male for the first time since accepting his invitation to walk her to the woods. Had he actually accompanied her?