Fairspell Meadow Needles

Akari confirmed that her back paws weren't in bad shape. Lane nodded. From her companion's tone, it seemed like Akari was itching to get a move on. Lane wouldn't stop her, although she hoped that Akari would soon find somewhere safe to lay her head for the night. Those bandages wouldn't last more than a few miles of hard travel. 

Akari wasn't much of a huntress? Well that made two of them. Lane watched with interest as the fisherwoman did her thing. She posed, motionless, for a long moment. Then, in a flurry of movement, Akari pulled a fish from the river. Lane reared back in surprise. 

"Brilliant!" she breathed. "Screw hunting, you can just show me more of that." Akari agreed that one day, she might teach Lane more about fishing. She then bid Lane farewell.

"Looking forward to it. Safe travels," Lane returned. She wagged her tail, watching as the little traveler moved on, continuing her trek across the meadow. Akari was definitely more than met the eye, and Lane had every expectation that she would make a name for herself here in the Teekons.