Wild Berry Meadow box cars and thistles

It was a route she had often walked. The meadow was as familiar to her as the firefly glen or Altar of Twilight, and now that the Redhawk wolves had moved, she enjoyed the area without worries over who she might run into. Alya lingered there among the bushes and brambles, taking in the fragrance of the berries and the scent of Blackfeather's borders in the distance. She mulled over the times she had come this way seeking Vaati, but she did not visit the places that kept the secrets of their trysts. Looking back, it seemed so juvenile, but Alya found she still had a certain hunger for the pale behemoth.

There was nothing for it. She moved along toward the mountains, giving the dark woods a wide berth out of respect. She had Easthollow in mind for this trip. Valette had given her an open invitation, and she wanted to see if Nikai had ever made it back to his home. Alya doubted she would find him there (and she didn't really want to), but it seemed as good a place as any to add to her mental map.