Deepwood Weald loneliness lingers through unfamiliar towns

Akantha nodded but before she turned to leave she extended her nose to press a soft kiss to her Sister's crown. The loud crunch of semi-frozen bone shattered the moment. She sucked in a breath as she pulled away and set off on the trail. The Matriarch headed north, away from the bear, and led them both on a wide path back to their camp.