Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

She startled a little as the man rose, but did not move. He was questioning her, questioning as if this was all normal and she was the one acting odd. She swallowed. I thought... She'd thought of Moontide. Marina gathered her resolve and forged ahead: There's a pack close to this forest, on the coast. Moontide. If you need help, they'll take you in.

And now it was time for her to leave, yes? She'd told him what she could, and he was fit enough to walk. He didn't need anything more. I was searching for my daughter. I should get back to it, She said, rising finally, preparing to turn and leave this strangeness behind. Brockleigh needed her more than this man, whoever he was.