Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

It sounded as though the place she described was intended for travelers. This was a concept that Foxfur could not quite wrap his mind around. The pale woman’s strange way of speaking, her mannerisms, the suggestion that hung upon her words.

What must the traveler give in return? Foxfur asked of her, his head tilting curiously. Surely, they would not offer food and shelter for nothing. As a warrior, Foxfur understood the deals that were struck – a trade of skills, so to speak.