Deepwood Weald Hello

A soft press of fur to fur. A gentle warmth. She smelled the scent of her mother and something screwed up inside. And she suddenly wanted to cry. She wasn't sure where that feeling came from. Perhaps it was for being alone for so many months. It had been hard. She wouldn't trade it, but it had been hard. She had met a few along the way. But they had left her at crossroads each time. 

Dreama chuckled and gave a nod. Swallowing the knot deep in her throat. Yea You should've

The next question caught her off guard and she wasn't sure how to answer. She had seen many things, perhaps had an adventure too. Nothing to write home about exactly, but somethings. 

Ive met some interesting wolves along the way. A swamp witch who counted stars. A bog guardian who liked to sing. And I've seen both bad and good things. There's a lot of both of those things out here.