Redhawk Caldera melting glacier

@Bridget @Maia @Teya

She was late!

Admittedly, Seal had been too afraid to traverse the Bramblewood alone. The memories of the hellcat still haunted that place and the young woman, knowing her friend Frolic was not waiting on the other side, decided it would be best to go the long way around.

Eventually, she arrived at Brecheliant’s borders without a moment to spare. The rations of dried bison meat she carried had run out!

Quickly, Seal groomed herself into a tidy and presentable look. Around her whithers was a shawl of otter fur: a gift from her parents on her coming-of-age ceremony.

She howled at the borders and waited, doing her best to channel her inner Sialuk.

Peace, she thought to herself.

It was the first step of many along the path of womanhood.