The Bracken Woods Dear fellow traveler,

Hemlocke lingered once more to the vast forestry he had called home all to his own for months now. No longer did he think the women of Skyward would return to him yet return to the forest he did as though they may one day come again. His desire to try and find another home yet still tugged him one way, whilst clinging to his past drew him here. 

It was silent for hours, hours and hours like he was used to. The nightwalker stalked on, endless, each stride seemingly more determined then the other but for no paticular cause. And then the large creature paused, bloodied eyes locked to movement within the forest, dashing along briskly, on a mission perhaps. 

The strides came from a little wolf, perhaps not fully wolf with ears as pointed and perked as his own. She walked as though on air, smooth, confident. He wished he could have such purpose.