The Bracken Woods I know what darkness means

The trajectory from initial plans was so drastic that Akavir couldn’t even explain it anymore—what had once been a recon mission to map a path within the valley, through the desert and beyond had strayed so completely far from intent that it would have been laughable if it weren’t so entirely sad.

Mae was simply gone. Moonglow wolves had not been able to find her, he had been unable to find her. Pleading words between he and Kukutux that should she come within their means was met with the promise from the Moonwoman to send someone to alert him right away.

Reluctantly, he began the trek back home—without his daughter, and without his original companion… And he did not know how to feel or explain the one at his side now.

He had led them upward of the mountains, skirting away from where Muskrat might have been. The journey was slow—the weather proving to be complicated, at best.

Now—snow and wind stirred them from their path—impossible to see—and only when they found a firmer shield against the elements in the tall bracken trees did Akavir look to @Silvertongue, worry pulling at his expression. “We’re so far from our original path that I don’t even know where the hell we are,” he admitted quietly, tail lashing behind him.