Great Bear Wilderness The sentinels

She turned to look at him, and he relaxed considerably at her friendly expression. Mordecai then closed the gap between them to properly join her, and surveyed the view as she spoke. He too agreed that the woodland must've been old, though he was willing to bet that it was beyond old; even the air itself spoke of ancient tomes that they could not grasp. At least not in any living sense. No doubt others had crossed through like they had, and perhaps stopped in awe of the ringlet of earth and water.

He inhaled deeply, enjoying the refreshment of the summery wood. "Seems like you found a treasure trove of quiet here. I've heard a lot more commotion in the night beyond our mountain." As for anything else that had troubled them, he knew not nearly enough as he would have liked. He was integrating to life in a oack again, but still had a ways to go. "And what prey I've been tracking towards the flatlands has been restless. I think your statement of all of us fighting over food might come true before winter even starts to set." He did not doubt that the same thoughts had crossed her mind as well.