The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

She snorted. ”Pain in the ath if it ith,” She commented, referring to the thorns. And from how it sounded, the whole forest must have been this way, for the wolf to have spent days travelling through. All of a sudden, she felt like she’d had it easy. How many thorns would the copper-eyes woman have stepped on in that journey?

”Sheeeesh,” She breathed, in awe of the one who’d had the patience to travel that far in a forest that was basically a bed of thorns. ”Well, I got good newth for ya; I do know the way out, an’ it’th not too far. Jutht gotta put up with thith shit for a bit longer’n we’ll be out in the valley,” She said.

Of course, it would’ve been more encouraging if there’d been a shortcut- but at this point, she was ready to head back exactly the way she’d come rather than taking her chances trying to cut a new path. ”C’mon. I’ll show ya.”