Deepwood Weald i never know how long i’ll be, it depends who’s asking

Valentine didn’t linger much longer after he spoke to Cascadia. He’d return soon enough to get a more thorough look himself, but for now he left the plateau’s exploration to the marauder. There’s little point in them focusing on the same task. The land beyond needed scouting, so south he’d go.
Soft sand gave way to sharp nettle. The stowaway shook his paw each time one managed to prick the padding. He wasn’t used to the harsher inland earth as much as the older Seasmen, nor did he particularly enjoy walking upon it. He’d grow accustomed to it, he hoped.