Haunted Wood Tried to tell ya I was crazy

My mom used to say that a lot. Maia nodded in agreement, touched by the words in a way she couldn’t really explain. Talking about stories like this was an unexpected reminder of so many wolves who were dear to her heart; her mom, Wraen, and her older daughters.

I wouldn’t sell yourself too short. All the trade is is knowing how to spin one. Maia said, laughing a little sheepishly. I used to travel more, and collect stories from the places I went. But now I have a family and that kind of thing is a little harder. I really appreciate you sharing one with me today. For the first time since she’d entered the forest, the feelings of discomfort were almost entirely gone. She’d forgotten it all when she was drawn into the story.

I could return the favor, if you wanted? A story? Or a hunting partner? She probably had time for both, but the former was way more of a guarantee. It was too bad a story couldn’t literally feed you.