The Bracken Woods zindgani ke safar mein

They traveled tirelessly back north, turning east to avoid the maples. Masque walked toward a distant river, crossing it into a valley carpeted in pink blossoms. They paused at the foot of a nearby mountain to ascertain their surroundings. They were footsore and weary but they were not ready to quit yet.

Moving much more slowly now, the Caru drifted toward a stretch of trees spanning countless miles northeast of the taiga. They felt their belly clench with hunger. This would be a good place to hunt. It was not impossible that Avicus had found her way here. Masquerade plodded into the trees, thankful for the shade.

They heard something moving in the underbrush and went still before crouching. It sounded like something relatively large, which meant Masque probably wouldn’t have any luck trying to hunt it. But they would wait for it to pass before they resumed their tracking.