The Bracken Woods fresher and cleaner

Nigaq Apaata. There was pride in her name and the legacy which she carried. A small swell of her chest might have betrayed her inner vanity, though it was soon quieted out of respect. Skyward, she parroted, That is this place? It wasn't an impressive sight at first glance, as was noted in her mental log. 

Her attention shifted to the border which had been so easily crossed. Was Uriel the only wolf maintaining these lands? How many are here? Nigaq asked, a curious eye turned to the forest around them.