Felltree Marsh Gigelorum

Avoiding the marshier, ice-rimmed parts of Felltree, Shea picked his way carefully through an undisturbed portion of the woods in search of either a meal or a hint that his brother had been through here recently. This latter goal was a complete long shot, as he had not gone far enough from Sapphique to feel comfortably out of their range, but he kept his mind open to the possibility despite focusing more on filling his belly.

Nose to the ground and daylight waning into dusk, he listened for the inevitable stirring of crepuscular foragers as he tried to ignore how small he felt in the wake of discovering some troubling news concerning his bloodline’s reputation.