Cricket Creek Bog amgylchynu

Her ears perk in interest when he speaks of other packs, but then the offer comes to settle. No, no. She will not even consider it. There is work to be done. She shakes her head, shooting the man an apologetic look as she does so.

I am sorry, sir, but once I find my brother, we must leave immediately, Seren says quietly. She fixes her sapphire gaze on him in a desperate plea. If you do see him, please tell him Seren is looking for him. Tell him to call for me. She will hear him. She knows he will hear him.

The once-princess turns to leave, dipping her muzzle to him. Thank you for your assistance, she tells him solemnly. Good day to ye, sir.

She splashes away through the bog, ignoring the way the muck sticks to her feet. All she knows is forward.