Stavanger Bay so rested he by the Tumtum tree

She had one last place to say goodbye to.

Blossom stood outside her childhood den with a pensive look on her face. The memory she had of this place was old, sepia colored, tinged by nostalgia and the tragedy that had followed their leaving this place.

Than every tragedy that followed.

Blossom sighed, suddenly feeling so very old. Slender limbs lifted from the ground, but she was only able to peer into the depths of the seaside den for a moment before pulling back with a wrench. It was too much. All of it was.

She turned, and began to make her way back inland. Snowdrop tittered as he rejoined her in the forest, tiny claws digging into her scruff as he perched there. She tilted her head to regard the shrike, before carrying on up the shore and into the wooded area of Stavanger Bay.