Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Rodyn knew that Pigs would sometimes come down through here, but honestly he wasn't sure if there would still be some here, or if they'd have moved on. But he did know that they needed something bigger. So with a few sniffs and a quivering ear, he shifted his step and headed deeper in the weald. Deer would often bed down deep in the darkness there.

A surprised laugh left his mouth. And he felt his face twist up into a smile. Actually I think that's all I wanted to say.

And it was. He hadn't realized how painful it was that he couldn't say her name. He understood why and he respected it and would keep his quiet, but it was hard to admit he would need to. That was the whole thing.

He bent his head and froze body quivering as a scent wafted their way. Perhaps they were in luck today.