Greatwater Lake there with my crooked teeth

Blackfeather. The name was fitting, but Dulce couldn't say for sure whether or not that was it. All she'd heard at the border was 'forest' and 'wood', neither of which were given just then. She figured that there was no need to dwell and that she'd eventually know for sure anyway, so Dulce chose to move on. We're doing the same job, then. It was nice to meet another scout in the mess of wolves inhabting the Wilds.

It's...new. We're Kaistleoki. The name felt foreign on her tongue, even after a month or so of uttering it. Her mouth curled uncomfortably to try and force it out, turning it more into Kytheloki. It's nice. If you scout far enough, you should come by.