Kayrin

 My return to Bree is nothing I would have ever expected. I don't know whether to revel in that, memorialize in the excitement and the turn of events that have fallen upon me--or leave. Goodness, there is certainly a part of me wanting to tuck my tail and flee. I am so overwhelmed I cannot sleep; my thoughts channel like the rivers I miss so awfully much. But my sense of wonder is resolute, and I have become attached.  

Written on pages kept in Tuilin's posession the following note is written:

“Been scouting Sparrow?” The calm question came from amongst the cluster of trees a little downhill. The woman was still very little inclined to speak long, her brief summary being: “So I was, before anyone else wakes. It wouldn’t be safe to tread the continuing path uninformed. I didn’t like how the village has been practically abandoned. ….I am aware of how you have been watching around the camp, we both know there is worse out there than wolves.” Her voice sounded a little like that was a welcome prospect.

The beginning of a journey was always a hassle.