Two Rivers Isle Kaleidoscope mind

Apple readily agreed with her and Bat felt slightly more at ease, despite this puzzling predicament. She was a scout, an aspiring ranger, and the task of locating somewhere suitable for Apple to rest gave her a sense of purpose in an otherwise confusing situation. She pursed her lips and glanced at the old she-wolf, still concerned about too much movement, and then motioned toward a forest growing toward the river-locked isle's southern point.

"I haven't explored here much, but that looks like our best bet. C'mon," the youth encouraged, breaking into an easy trot so as not to jar Apple's possibly broken brain too much. "Maybe you're just over-tired and it'll all come back to you after a nice, long nap, huh?" She shot her companion an uncertain smile.

It wasn't long before they were picking through a woodland, bare tree limbs providing at least more shelter than the open hillocks and plains. Bat led Apple toward a rather large tree—an ancient red cedar, as a matter of fact—and, specifically, to a pile of leaves heaped up around its broad base. They were a little damp, as was the earth beneath when Bat dug out a small shallow, but it was the best option. She stepped back and gestured for Apple to make herself comfortable.