Phantom Hollow you can run

‘The wolves of the ash forest are not the most friendly…’

It was a bit of an understatement, but Akavir kept his poker face in place. If she knew of the vague claim, she could very well run with them. “Yeah, I definitely need to get going,” he reiterated, eyes flickering back to the distant mountains. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and this place as possible—and it had nothing to do with the wolves of the ash forest. He would have dealt with the red-eyed guardian of the forest time and again if in some twisted way, it could have patched the other pieces of his life together.

“Thank you, again,” he reiterated, eyes sliding back over her. She offered him the rest of the plant she had treated him with—instructions given. “If you find yourself in the Rising Sun Valley, I’ll repay the favour somehow,” he informed, almost certain it was a terrible idea to give way his travel plan to the unaffiliated she-wolf.

Probably, because, he suspected she wasn’t quite unaffiliated.

With that, he bent, holding back a grimace, gingerly taking her offering and beginning the trek away from the woods, as best he could. Toward the mountain—away from the lands that time and again inflicted nothing but injury.