The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

While Lilia normally experienced a bit of paranoia when asked about her pack by a stranger, Kovette seemed harmless enough. Learning the pack name of a helpful stranger could do little but improve their reputation, she thought. ”It’th called Redtail Rithe,” She said, stifling a muffled squeak when she stepped lightly on a thorn. She shook her paw and dislodged it easily enough. 

The places Kovette described were not familiar to Lilia, whose travels had not taken her far enough through the Taiga to reach the packs that lived in the valley. ”I think I theen a waterfall onthe before…But not one with a cave, thowwy,” She apologized. ”What’th your Dad’th name? Maybe thomeone aroun’ thethe part-th might have known him,” She said.