Bramblepoint not all of us are legends

That answer didn't surprise him very much. But, maybe in part the question back at him did. No, not here. Jarilo responded, turning his nose back towards the depths of the tangle after. Or anywhere yet. And this was what frustrated him, as well as the rest of the family. As for how his sister figured out how to vanish into thin air, he could not say.

She's petite, agouti, and misplaced from our mountain. So if you see anyone like that... the yearling drawled off, eying the stranger then too. He was hesitant to give out details too freely, so left it at that unless prompted for otherwise. He wasn't sure what else to say, really, thanks to usually keeping close to the mountain and where wanderers didn't pass right through that often. Do you know where you're headed next? he had to ask. He would offer what he knew about directions, if needed. If not, he could steer in some goodbyes, and keep this encounter in these miserable woods brief enough. They each had better places than here to be, surely.