The Bracken Woods zindgani ke safar mein

the girl seemed stilted to an extent that made him nervous, but he didn't have any reason to fear her. just wary. he understood.

far, he confirmed in a croak, casting his head from whence he'd came. it doesn't end for a while, and when it does, it's the north, aditya added, hoping he'd be helpful.

his eyes wandered casually over her ruddy face, such a contrast from her silvery pelt.

no one claims this land, aditya added, realizing he hadn't addressed the first part of her query. not that i've seen or smelled, anyway.

and who would want this mire, anyway?