It was almost as if the wolf shook its head in disagreement. It huffed and calmly followed into the forest, it pauses just before being engulfed by the thick bristles of low shrubs and looks back towards the tavern. He noticed something or someone moving but didn't have time to check, instead quickly grows at the girl to continue and follows.

The haunting trees claw at all that pass, bushes rustle with hidden secrets and insects click and chatter.

There is a very thin track, if it can even be called that, leading deeper into the forest.