The Bracken Woods There will come a soldier,

"You should look after yourself as well." She did not the extent of her brothers wounds, but Célnes had only prominant burn marks on her sides. Perhaps it was due to her dashing through the fire, as the blaze was throwing itself around. Her face and the rest, in-tact, but she was still weakened. A smile upon her face, but a glance to Fréobearn's, now gone tail. Perhaps she has suffered the most.

"We haven't seen any signs of the High Elk- surely he had moved from Kingslend." The god with a thousand antlers, their diety, and their savior. He who provides a bountiful land for the wolves to hunt, and the prey to be fruitful. The whole family had left, and since the forest was a blaze, and now of ashes, surely he too, gone.

They would need to search, then sylph thought.

"Not too much today. You know what Cenric is up to?" She asked.