Sunset Valley I don't know who Al Gore is and at this point, I'm too afraid to ask

I'm looking for family that lives around here, he responded easily, grinning. His eyes drifted slightly, as if expecting them to pop up from behind— Well, what? A rock? A particularly large tuft of grass? There was really nothing out here to hide behind.

His gaze returned to the woman's, and he nodded as she introduced herself. Timberlake, of Round Valley, he replied in kind. He dipped his muzzle toward the dark mass of trees at the edge of the open land. Is that the Bracken Woods? I thought about traveling through there, but it looked too dark and twisted. I decided to go around instead—apparently I made the right choice.

Timberlake gave her a sheepish smile. It might be a different interaction altogether if it turned out he had trespassed on her land. Luckily, things seemed to be well between him and the now-named stranger.