Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

"Not far at all, they are the one's who host this grand hunt after all." Slipping through the bushes she found herself in a clearing, no more spikes in sight and the glen in the distance. "It is not often that I settle there, however. I prefer to wander." A quiet life simply did not suit her.

Safe from the wrath of the berries, she was quick to settle down on her side and motioned for Cole to do the same. The thorns in his pelt had begun to bother her.

She wondered where she may go after this; would she visit Nasamiituuq? Or was there other things to focus on? Other adventures?