Emberwood Living in a wasteland

Bearclaw Valley.

She nodded as if the name meant anything to her, yet the lack of familiarity was its own sort of comfort. It meant that her instincts were right. Wherever the life she'd left behind was, it wasn't here. Whether that was good or bad she didn't yet know, but at least she knew something.

Are you the local den inspector, then? Her eyebrow raised. She didn't wait for a response. For now it is, Marina continued, her eyes fixed to him even as she watched him glance at the den behind her. Eventually I'll have to move on.