Haunted Wood Falling Too Fast to Prepare for This

Cenric chose to avoid the wolves who lashed out at his sister. They could very well still be boiling—rightfully so—and he did not want to be scorched for Célnes’ decisions.

Alas, he could not dance around them forever. He was a King now, and a King must care for his subjects. Cenric set out to extinguish the fire his sister created.

It wasn’t difficult to find his cousin. His stomping could be heard across the forest. Mind your pace, Calhoun, he called when he was within earshot. Storming around won’t fix anything.