Ravensblood Forest homeward bound

Emris nodded slowly, her ears twitching as she mulled over his words. “Y’re right,” she said, her voice carrying easily in the still air. “A river’s good for fishin’, but it’s no good if y’ can’t see trouble comin’. Up high sounds smarter.”

She glanced ahead, her lilac eyes scanning the snow-laden forest for anything that might match his description. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she added, “Plus, high ground’s got its advantages. Can’t think of many who’d wanna climb uphill just to pick a fight.”

Her gaze flicked back to him, catching the thoughtful frown that lingered on his face. “What about there?” she asked, nodding toward a slope rising gently in the distance, the tree line thinning at its peak.

“Not much of a climb, but enough to see clear ‘cross the valley. Reckon it’s worth a look.” She stepped ahead, her paws crunching softly in the snow, her pace measured as she waited for his answer.