Sun Mote Copse the shepherd

Her smile was wide at the young girl's response. She had felt the same way upon finding the copse - she still felt that way now.

Yes, we here are the Summerwalkers. A pack of storytellers, and traders too in the summer months. She responded, a hint of pride in her tone. If the copse calls to you, then it is as much yours as it is mine. To deny such a fact would be denying nature itself.

Letting out a breath, she decided to sit while they spoke. Are you a wanderer? She had to assume so. This one did not smell strongly of other strangers.