The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

She grimaced, as though feeling Kovette’s discomfort, showing relief too when she she’d her paw of the thorn. Fortunately, she could see the brightening in the distance- like dawn, the light began to peek through the gloom of the forest ahead of them. 

She showed no sign of recognizing the name, though she nodded. If he hadn’t been here in a few years, it was likely that the impression of his name had faded. She wasn’t sure she’d know anyone who knew him. A new thought occurred to her, though. 

”Tho, you’re not lookin’ for your Dad, you’re jutht lookin’ for platheth he lived er thomethin’?” She asked. It seemed a bit unusual to her, for a wolf to travel this far (and through so many thorns!) just to see a place she’d only ever heard of.