The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

Thankfully, the other did know the land well enough—once more, she considered herself lucky and thanked anything and everything that might have guided the other across her path. “What is the name of your pack?” she asked, curious. Was it one of the ones her father had mentioned before? Depending on the answer, it could be either a good or a bad thing—but that also meant she would have to try to recall which one was bad and which one was not. Oh, how she wished she could better remember.

Snapping back to the present, Kovette pondered how best to answer before saying, “Yes, there are a couple of places that I set out to see.” It’ll be a long journey, her father had warned. But... you’ll enjoy it. “There’s a circle of large stones,” she continued. “And a waterfall with a cave!” They were the places she wished to see more so than anything else, the latter her father had always spoken fondly of. A hidden home, he’d reminisce. “Atâ—” she cut herself off, then quickly corrected. “My dad told me about them but... he’s never been too good at not getting lost and his directions are not so easy to follow...” The northerner couldn’t help but chuckle. Perhaps she should have planned better but sometimes she just couldn’t help but act impulsively.