Chimera Fields We could fall or we could fly

@Ibis if you want!

Breccan had been on his own for a week, and it had been simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. In just the first few days, he had experienced a range of emotions -- he was excited, he was worried, he was lonely. Occasionally, he felt a deep pang in his chest when he thought about his parents and siblings. Soon, though, he started to enjoy himself, and focused on the more primal aspects of his journey: hunting and exploring and finding a place to lay his head each night. He adjusted to this new lifestyle, and while he missed his family, he couldn't wait to see how his life would unfold before him.

Luckily, he was an adept hunter and had no trouble feeding himself along the way. The trickiest part of this adventure was avoiding claimed lands; he gave a wide berth to any pack borders he detected. He followed the same path he had taken with his family from the hollow, but in reverse, and he took his time. There was no rush; he had no real agenda, and he found himself reflecting on Ibis' words. She had told him that she and her brother were going searching for a friend, but she kind of hoped they didn't find him because that would allow them more freedom to continue traveling. He could understand that now.

He was surprised to find that the edges of his father's old home, Neverwinter Forest, had been marked since they had last passed through. The scent was not overly strong, but someone was apparently trying to lay claim to the territory. For that reason, he had stopped short in a field of wildflowers. The sun was high overhead, marking midday, and as his stomach rumbled he dropped his nose to the ground and began to search for something to eat.