Scythea out in the Woods

The Foggy Forest has been just that, foggy. Some days the fog was so thick that you couldn't see the tree right in front of you. Other times, it was as if nature was allowing you to see the air you breathed. As if a reminder not to take it for granted. The night here was somewhat longer it seemed. The weather here was odd as well. It stayed just cool enough, warm enough for this continuous fog to forever stay, or to change. If a person wasn't use to living, passing through the Foggy Forest. They would easily get lost or worse. And, for two creatures this place was intolerable for eight months. Well, Aolis found his bearings before his Elf did. Still, they had trouble searching for food and water. The fog here made it almost impossible sometimes to do almost anything. The ground and trees were always moist, which made hunting or running away from things very difficult. However, after the ninth or eleventh mark Scythea finally got her bearings in her new home.

She had made a home, sort of a hut, in the trees about a few months after first living in the forest. It wasn't much, but it kept her and Aolis warm at night. Also, it hid them from any passerby who came through the forest going to the cities or villages. Making the shelter wasn't easy either. The trees were hard to climb, she only took the bow her Uncle gave her along with a dagger, and the dagger she used as a hatchet most of the time. Scythea knew living on her own wasn't going to be a dream come true. But, it was better than the alternative. After they had shelter, Scythea started working on hunting in this new terrain. Trying to get use to the way the ground felt was trying at times. She found herself throwing twigs in frustration at times while Aolis would show off and ...

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... to sell, buy some things before asking about the woman. Though, she already had an idea of what happened to the delightful middle aged woman who would sit with her from time to time and tell her about the cities and the people she had met. There was a rusty, copper smell in the air as the man came closer. Scythea could hear Aolis start to growl in distaste for the situation. "Shh, he will hear you and then the upper head will be lost. Calm yourself." Aolis gave a sharp but low snap at his friend's words, but listened to them. The rusted slim wolf lowered himself into a pouncing position with his ears attentive to the sounds around him and waited. Scythea took a deep breath to calm her own nerves. "Don't do anything unless I say." Her voice was low enough for the wolf to hear and when her words reached his ears. Aolis could only shake his head at the miserable plan.