Deepwood Weald Shinin' down on me

It was not a horrible beast that caught up to him as he had began to fear over the weeks, but two women. He slowed to a stop when he saw them approaching, taking the time to carefully assess the pair. They seemed easy to trust; calm demeanours, kind faces.

The older of the two spoke, mention of a 'Moonglow' catching his attention briefly. I can't find my maman. He responded, tears ceasing for the moment despite his pouting face. We went that way -- he spoke, gesturing northwest, -- but she went to go check for a noise and didn't come back, so I wanted to go home.

He still had to hope that she and Ignace were alright, but he had no idea where they could have gone.