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I think this is the first time Echelon has been reverse-trolled and I'm laughing about it. This is great.

When he mentioned the Bay, Echelon had a jolt of memory. She remembered it well, remembered trying to cross by it down the coast. But she had been intercepted there, but by whom she hadn't bothered to remember. And though she did recall the event, she made no outward acknowledgment of it. At least that pack was still thriving, though it seemed most were. But she didn't know enough of the wilderness to know which packs were there or had been there, or were new and fresh. She couldn't have said which ones were desperate and needy for able bodies. She didn't care, frankly.

Leaving his statements unanswered, she jogged to the right a bit as the pathway opened up. This action was not to shake him loose, but rather finally give them the breathing room that the forest behind them had previously denied. It was better, not to have the towering evergreens stabbing at them with its long branches. She knew that eventually, she would have stumbled across a trail to follow. But where it went, she hadn't the faintest idea. It was well worn, obviously traveled at some point or another.