Fairspell Meadow we would've made cowardly kings

Her journey to recruit and explore for the source of her chosen riverland had brought Stelmaria much further south than intended. She wasn’t even following the waterways anymore, now captured fully by her own curiosity.

But this spring meadow, for better or worse, was not very interesting.

She would’ve turned back in that moment, if not for the boarbrown wolf emerging in her sights. Red ears up, tail a ship’s banner, she proudly invited their attention and inspection.