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The forest was like a sigh of relief. Sahalie had not expected to find trees so close and underbrush so thick—all it was missing was a little mist. It had been enough to leave the tundra behind her a few days ago, and discovering that the land south of the fjord was not so sloped and dangerous she had considered just a bonus. But this place felt like home in a way that other forests had not. She closed her eyes and imagined it was springtime: the forest would be comforting in its darkness, a refuge from the hot sun, alive with birdsong and the chattering of squirrels. It was a poor replica of Oak Tree Bend, but it was nice, at least, to find a slice of comfort in the foreign wilderness to the west of Serpent's Pass. Good enough a place as any to stop their travels for the night, now that the sun was settling and the snow was awash with pink and red.
Already she felt better. The woods was a small sign that her feet were on the right path. The frustrations and anxieties of her brief northern life were falling away like a winter coat, and she almost felt as if she could look back and see little tufts of her fur caught in the brambles that raked her coat like a hug. She popped out into a small clearing, noting that the ground sloped up to the east. They were probably getting close to the mountains—she could not see them anymore. But the ground was not rocky and it was a good place to settle. It was time to call the others.
They had traveled together at times when the terrain was rough, but Sahalie wanted to explore and encouraged them all to do the same. She did not want to force a pace on anyone. Instead, she reveled in the fact that for the first time in her life she did not have to feel guilty for being on a wild adventure. She did not have to ignore the wanderlust that itched the paws of countless Tainns, because how else would she find a home if she did not go looking for one?