You’re from the Wilds?! Her surprise was immediate. What part? My husband is from Rising Sun Valley, Swiftcurrent. His name is Lestan Mayfair. Maybe you know him?

Would Lestan be pleased if they did know each other? Neither of them wished to return home, but perhaps a taste of his past would be welcomed.

I won’t try to sway you otherwise, she relented softly. Stardust and Liss are also searching for ways to return. Maybe you could speak with them, see what their experiences have been.

It felt like so little to offer, guilt growing heavier with each passing moment. What would she do in his place? Would she fight for a way back? Would desperation take hold? Kirain didn’t know.

Come. Let’s get you to a den so you can warm up.

Gesturing with her head toward the Goldenwood, she turned and began along the familiar path to the nearest available shelter. She was suddenly very thankful she had cleared out several dens with all the new members she seemed to be collecting. This one wasn’t far, comfortably tucked between tall trees. A small hill rose ahead, a den carved neatly into its base, scattered rocks resting near the entrance.

It wasn’t much, but it was better than the cold.

Here, she said gently. Let me know if it’s not suitable. I’ll do what I can to make you comfortable.