The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

When no signs of recognition crossed the other’s features, Kovette settled once more. And perhaps she was being too paranoid, she could not outright deny it, but to be safe rather than sorry was never a bad thing in her mind.

“No, I’m not looking for him,” she confirmed. She knew where he was—still back home—but was more interested in where he’d been. “He used to tell us stories about the places he’d seen before going north,” she continued. “I know our home almost too well... it was time for a change and some of the places he described sounded like they might be worth seeing.” It was a long ways to travel, she knew, but she hoped it would be worth it in the end.

“I want to bring my own stories home...” she added, voice fading to a murmur as she neared the end, focus drawn towards the light ahead. There came a slight increase in her pace, eager to be freed from the dreary woodlands and feel the sun again. “It looks like we’re nearly through,” she noted, hopeful that it was truly the end and not some false clearing. By then, her paws were aching—worse than getting cut up by ice!—and she was ready to feel some good ol’ grass underfoot again.

Permission to PP the exit!