Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

The boy led Cenric to his home with ease (much to his surprise). It’s a forest of few trees, much different from the dense woods the Kingslend wolves resided in. Sunlight had no trouble piercing through the thin canopy. Their borders were heavily marked. Territorial folk, he thought. He was surprised Primrose suggested crossing it. Of course Cenric declined. He couldn’t afford to rustle anyone’s feathers.

The King sat silently as the boy howled for his family, and only spoke once he was finished. I hope you’re right, Primrose. His family had already agitated this group. It was his job to clean their mess.