Emberwood I'll wait for you there, alone.

Around 10 days post-conception.

Sanja had found a forest protected by a ridge. The trees were plentiful, thin-trunked spires topped with brilliant gold, even though it was nearing the height of summer.

Junebugs buzzed erratically and out of sight. There were signs of prey here - many, in fact. A splendid variety. It would make a good home for her, she thought.

If only she could drum up an appetite; the thought of hunting, or eating more specifically, made her stomach riot.