The Bracken Woods There will come a soldier,

fréobearn grinned and lifted her snout to sniff the air. i’m not opposed, she replied, then began leading the pair toward the east. while célnes enjoyed the scenery, fréo would be actively looking for herb patches which she might forage from at another time.

she turned to her older sister, raising an eyebrow to ask, so, you’ve been socializing? what are these wolves like? fréobearn couldn’t imagine how different it might be from their home, but hoped that some similarities might persist.