The Bracken Woods There will come a poet,

"They're both south," she started, "I don't know their exact locations, but I smelled them nearby, and met a few of their wolves." Célnes had not been still, as she often went out of the forest to scout out the surroundments. The thought of finding a temporary group held onto her thoughts for a few days, even during the first time they arrived.. But she didn't want to.

The elken woman wanted her family most of all, and even any signs of the High Elk if possible. She could see his Apostles, which was good enough sign all-together, but nothing inkling toward him, with the thousand antlers. They needed to move, but they needed to stay for the family, for anyone to arrive.. Injuries were also not small.

The Déorwine looked her sister clear in the eyes toward her displeasure, "You may be upset," she started, "but it's for you as well. For your own health, and perhaps a chance to get a teacher, that we no longer can get." 

Their homeland, was gone. Any culture they had, was left with them. Any teachers, were gone, and the only information they could now pass, was what they currently learned. Everything, was limited.