Haunted Wood follow the disorganized religion of my head.

gonna be vague bc things!!!!

The moodiness lurked but was fading. Fennec was catching wise to what had been causing it now, and if she'd had any doubts, her interaction with Bronco on the borders put them to rest.

That night Fennec had the itch to wander, and it happened that she was near the southern border when Penn called. Her ears pricked, intrigued.

Without really thinking about it she began to follow, passing carefully through the trees. Her progress would be slower than his as she wasn't as familiar with this forest as the bramblepoint, but she kept note of where the call seemed to originate and made for that region. She listened carefully for any sign and kept quiet.