The Heartwood to pick the ship up, leave it clean

Is ok!

Clover had managed to divert the adult's attention away from their other wards once again, and Lucca took advantage of the distraction. He was silently thankful for his little sister and her loudness, annoying as it was. He had been under lock down ever since his last escapade, but the boy was quick and surprisingly stealthy despite his ever-growing size. He had learned to travel through rivers to mask his scent, and lengthen his stride to disguise his gait, as well as to scan the horizon as he walked to keep an eye out for others.

Lucca did just that as he wandered through an oddly scorched-looking woodland even despite the snow, orange eyes focused on the corpses of trees before him. He had heard howls calling him back to the group as he had run but ignored them, pressing onwards until he had come across this deep forest. Up ahead, he saw a slim, dark figure weave silently through the trees and, curious, the boy headed towards the stranger.