Golden Glade but steady, the rights and the wrongs

Dogged down and tired, Ceara continued her way through the Glade.  It was truthfully a beautiful territory, though one she had not traversed often.  The sugar maples still made her mouth water, though they made her think of that striking girl Ikkuma (who was presumably now back in the Plateau, away from this territory where she'd been found making out with trees).

She licked her chops before she passed the scent of a small band carried by the wind, and it seemed as if luck had it that she was placed strategically.  She approached cautiously, remembering Nashoba and Svalinn, and let out a chuff as soon as the nebulous silhouette of Issun was in sight.