Bramblepoint Sunblind

Kept vague due to other thread in progress.

Only clouds had colored the skies for several days. The warrior passed beneath them into the wood in search of a place to rest for the night, a moment to collect his thoughts.

The appearance of Willowsong had been a shocking surprise to the warrior. Foxfur had never thought he would find another runaway, not from the Starsea. It did not bode well that their new leadership had sparked so many to flee. It said less that one of those runaways was the Starsea’s prince, their prized seer.

Seeking a stream that would lead him to the lake, Foxfur sniffed at the earth and shouldered his way through a rough bramble bush that tugged at his flesh.