Wild Berry Meadow And that's called jazz!

He introduced himself as Haoniyao- an interesting foreign name, but she had heard many along such lines in her lifetime. When he suggested they get out of the wind with a gesture toward the woods... she felt a shiver run down her spine. Blackfeather woods- it was a place filled with dreadful memories for her, many which she would prefer not to revisit.

But her manners overcame her fear, and she reluctantly led the way, though tried her best to seem chipper about it. Once Star found herself among the trees, she had to admit it felt good to be out of the weather. Assuming he followed, she turned to him curiously. So you're a loner, eh? Know anything about these parts, or are you new? Unless her nose failed her, he didn't carry the scent of a pack, and so she was inclined to ask such questions.