Bearclaw Valley can't complain

limit two. on the outskirts; not trespassing on their claim-to-be.

She was still exhausted, but Fiona pushed through it. Twenty days—ten trips—remained before she could abandon the hollow for good. Her route back toward Rivenwood led her close to a valley she had passed by several times. The scents there had been steady and consistent, but now another—@Glaukos—mixed in with those who went unmet and unnamed. Perhaps he had moved on for good; Fiona could not yet know.

Whatever the story was, she didn't have any intentions of sticking around and finding out. She kept her distance from the pack-in-making, her head down, and her feet moving toward Rivenwood.