Her journey would take her south of Avon claim and she would call out for the leaders to waste no time in seeking them, yet still would keep up her pace as she sniffed for any fresh scents of them. By the time dawn broke, she found herself north-west, skirting at the edge of the royal wisteria woodland where death had squeezed the color from the once vibrant leaves into dead and withered sticks. If her first time coming here had been during fruiting season, perhaps she would have found it far more remarkable.
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