Deepwood Weald Damsel needing forest guide

Arlette was looking for Rusalka, for Derg. Apparently, her sister Keen was there. She knew from Wintersbane that it was northwest from the creek they met. So she was trying to do just that. Go northwest. Arlette came across a forest, and while she knew it was harder to navigate, she didn't expect it to be this difficult. The female moved quietly through the ferns. The lights seemed to come from different directions. She stopped to study it. But with stopping to take a look at the light made her realize that she had no clue in which direction she was going. The female felt a bit worried for a moment. She felt exposed all alone.

Her mind turned to Derg, she hoped that his injuries were alright and healing. She had not gone with him and his pack but now she regretted this decision. Derg's pack, which she still didn't know the name of, had been the first pack she had come across after leaving Easthollow. Arlette just hadn't been sure Derg liked her back seeing him so flirty with Dove. Kynareth also had been upset with her that his Overseer was injured. It just felt like a bad start. But, the female missed Derg. She missed how she felt around him.

Arlette had continued to walk, after all, if she kept walking she had to get out of this forest eventually. She also thought about Stjor, he was also founding his own pack. He was very kind to her. Another nice male she met. Stjor reminded her about Kaito with him explaining things she doesn't know anything about. It was too fresh, and the fact that she didn't understand their language that well made her uncertain, that, along with that dark brother of his. So her mind turned back to Derg. He was different, and perhaps different was good for her. She felt a pit in her stomach, not just from hunger. She would have to find him.