Haunted Wood to fear death is a choice

The days after Thrax left Thracian Edge were some of the worst in her life. She loved her father, he had always provided for her and made sure she was comfortable even when the drought had dried up all the water for several miles around. Only the best for my Stellina! He would say. Little star, his affectionate name for her. Though she loved him, she was angry that he denied her her lover. Thrax, though he was a slave (Saturnina wasn't fond of the word, especially when applied to her lover), was noble, kind, and intelligent and protective of her of course.

After Thrax challenged her betrothed, it had come out that perhaps Saturnina was no longer pure and could possibly have another's seed already in her belly. Titas, her father, was so furious that he threw her to the ground, jaws snapping around her throat...more in dominance and threat than in an actual attempt to injure her, but hat was enough for Saturnina. She left that night, two days after Thrax had.

Tracking him was difficult. His scent was already two days old and any prints he may have left had been trampled over or washed away by the recent rain. She spoke to many others along the way and eventually aquired a direction of his travel. A week later found her semi lost in a thick, dark forest that she felt strangely comforted by. She was laying at the base of a wide, very old tree watching the fog thread it's way between the tree trunks. Then suddenly...She caught a wiff of a familiar scent. Thrax. Could it really be, or was this some cruel trick of her hopeful heart?