---

They've traveled through the tunnels before, but it never stops feeling weird.

After a quick hunt to feed Persimmon, they set off again, coming up to the borders they knew oh so well as the sun was beginning to sink towards Northfall's mountain.

But...there was a scent there, that Sparrow hasn't smelt in ages.

Fable.

Well what do you know The warden spoke, mostly to themself. You're about to meet a real nice lady Purse, now, you remember what you're supposed to do at someone's borders? May as well make this a lesson reminder, a quiz for the princeling. The borders didn't smell like Sparrow anymore, they've been gone since the ice age began to prevent their poor legs and nose falling off from frostbite.

Hell, Sparrow didn't even smell like Avon anymore, being gone for so long, babysitting Apple's kids and helping around the Dusks.

The warden of Avon looked at the pup expectantly, waiting for his answer.