Broken Antler Fen Where are tHE TURTLES?! WHERE ARE THEY?!

So. It was different, at least.

The fen wasn't the most gorgeous place to ever exist, but then, nothing was. Lilitu had accepted that the vibrant colors and flora of her youth were gone—would they ever return? She hadn't asked anyone, afraid of the answer. But compared to the other places they had traveled through, it was okay here.

At least it was better than the plateau, the mountains' ominous shadow looming over them. Here, everything was flat; when it wasn't foggy, she could see a ways beyond her nose.

There were other wolves here—Wraen, her parents, Arielle. But besides her sister, there was no one her own age. The valley, for all its oddness, had at least given her friends and peers. She needed more. More than just Arielle, who was sweet-natured but ultimately not able to keep up with Lilitu (at least in her eyes).

She rolled over in some tall grass with a huff, breath stirring each individual blade. Here she was hidden, at least visually. She wondered if any other creatures called this foliage home.

They all seemed to be hiding.

@Maia? :)