Sun Mote Copse athough it’s dark now, i know we’re gonna make it to sunrise

The sound of voices decided for him. As much as he enjoyed making new friends—life on the road could be so darned lonely—Talisman didn’t want to possibly cause a stir. Besides, he was still very hungry. On fleet feet, he darted in his chosen direction, his cream figure quickly disappearing into the fog. Otters be damned.