Haunted Wood This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off

this could go a number of interesting ways, soooo... time for a shakeup

Maia had drifted south.  She didn't mean to go as far as the Caldera, but she'd been following mountains on the horizon, skirting a handful of packs along the way.  One was familiar to her - Neverwinter Forest - but two she'd never seen nor scented before.  She hadn't paused to say hello.  For some reason, this trip she was enjoying alone.

Maybe on the way back.  It'd be good to know a couple of them.  Maia strode through the darkened wood to the Caldera's southern rim, looking at it's impressive heights.  So this was the place Eljay had talked about loving so much.  She didn't remember it overly well from her visit, and she was suddenly curious of what was inside.  Wraen would be expecting her back.... but if she climbed it....

She hadn't noticed the familiar scents yet, or the wolf prowling nearby.   Her ranging stilled as she paused to debate the drawbacks to making the trek into the territory, maybe to check out some of what her friend had spoken so highly of.