Deepwood Weald younger than the mountains

for @Minnow

Their scent was growing stronger in the woods, where their borders ran nearly up to those of Moontide's. There was only a thin strand of no-man's land for travelers to pass through — and Dutch kept heavy watch over it more out of curiosity than out of worry or territorial concern.

He ranged deeper into the weald this morning, however, carrying a rabbit in his jaws. He laid it down in the meadow where Minnow had made her whelping, and then he laid himself down beside it. The night watch had been long; Dutch shut his eyes for a nap, waiting for Minnow to return.