The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

When asked about how long it’d taken her thus far, her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched ever so slightly, thinking back once more. She could recall at least three changes from day to night, bedding down possibly four... “I’m afraid I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve spent here,” she eventually answered. In truth, after awhile, she had simply stopped counting—around the same time, she’d discovered that the less she thought about how much time had passed, the less homesick she felt. It allowed her to enjoy her travels, rather worry about her family back home.

Kovette was slower to answer the next question, contemplating her answer up until the woman made herself known as a scout. “Ah, yes,” she then replied. “The far north, originally. Thankfully this forest does not extend that far but... it is still quite large, otherwise.” Too large, she’d go so far as to say. Not the largest she’d ever encountered but the thorns and brambles definitely made the journey through it feel like it'd take a lifetime.

With the offer turned down, the wolf wondered if maybe she had been too forward. No matter, she followed after, watchful of the ground underfoot as she went.

“It is nice to meet you, Lilia,” she said, pausing briefly to exam her left forepaw, feeling a soft prick. “My name is Kovette.” Thankfully, the thorn did not lodge itself into her paw this time, too small to do anything more than poke at her. “Do you know this land well?” she asked, pressing onward. Perhaps she could give her some better directions—her father had not been the greatest at explaining, ever so vague in his teachings.