The Bracken Woods Sort of green..

Tsk. A mountain! Stratos tracked with the stranger’s eyes upwards towards the rocky hill. Slopes could best the best of them — and he should be glad nothing worse was following him — but a mountain! Hardly something he could fight, slay, protect anyone from.

When the man mentioned he was fine, Stratos turned back to him, disbelieving — and new plans hatching.

Your words say one, your limp, another! You need healer, to check for things you cannot see. Come! he beckoned with a little wave of his tail and a hop in the direction he’d wandered from, I know a place, he didn’t, really — but surely one of the packs he’d passed had to know something about herbs and limps and probably head knockings too, come!

hahaha it truly is! xD