The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

How odd for him to bump into the gold-kissed male both times on his excursions outside of the coastal lands. Laughter feels the air in an almost ominous way and his bulky form pushes through the foliage, not concerned with the way twigs snag at his fur. Alarian? He called out softly despite his deep voice. Outlander knew he had to be close but he felt so far. A familiar form just up ahead gave him hope though.