Stavanger Bay coffee, please, and a shot of cynicism

At the borders!

By god, the world was too damn big for one girl to trek across. It was like no matter where she wandered, there was always somewhere else for her to search. She felt like she’d crossed the entire globe in her time away from home, and it definitely showed in the sleekness of her frame. Not only had she become an adept hunter, but she could probably tell just about anyone the best means of crossing from one end of the wilds to the next. She knew – she’d done it!
 
As she passed through the nasty woods where a fire seemed to have ravaged the land years prior, she was struck with the undeniable stench of claimed land. Part of her was relieved at the scent of it. It meant that she had one less place to check for Lucas in. Another part of her wondered just how accommodating the wolves there would be, or if they’d drill her with questions before sending her on her way.
 
She wouldn’t know until she found out, so the Redleaf girl threw back her head and called for anyone who might be willing to meet her at the edge of the bay.