Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

The clouds moved to obscure the sunlight and cast the terrain in a hazy shadow. It would not be out of place if their size increased and rain fell through the evening. The warrior had traveled as far as he would manage for the day.

Foxfur still cursed the boy. He had never once recalled Crowfeather’s ability to remain hidden, to intentionally conceal his path. It had been the sole reason why Foxfur had been able to follow him to the new wilds. Still, something had changed within the fates. It could be felt that the dark seer was on a different journey.

As though stricken with a strange sense of recollection, the warrior froze and stared shrewdly into the foliage. The sweet-tart fragrance of herbs and greenery was in the air. A foreign scent played with his senses and Foxfur spun defensively.

Show yourself.