Deepwood Weald a shadowy hand turns the page

Giving a concise answer, he didn’t elaborate further on his reasoning for wandering here. It was fairly straightforward. Zsuzsa dipped her muzzle in a nod, understanding this. She wasn’t one to pry and decided to leave it at that. Nothing wrong with revisiting old haunts for the sake of reminiscing. It further alluded wherever he hailed from it was fairly nearby.
 
Listening intently as he described the lands north, it pleased her to hear there were lower climates. Her journey through the southern lands of the Wilds had been much too warm for her liking. The southern lands were also flat with not much foliage to conceal oneself in. He spoke of the coast and she recalled her conversation from the wolf she met in Haunted Wood that mentioned the beach and ocean entities. ”The coast… holds the beach and ocean, yes?” She wanted to confirm if this was the case. She never experienced either in her life before and something about it drew her toward it to experience first paw.
 
He also spoke of a well-established network of wolves to the south. This was also pertinent information to know. It was the best of both worlds. He inquired what she wished to find. It was quite simple. ”I would like to find some sense of permanency somewhere.” Zsuzsa said. It was what all wolves craved. ”My hope is making a name for myself, eventually.” Because living off small woodland creatures wasn’t sustainable in the long run, and she feared she would grow stagnant in her abilities and skills.