News from Afar (2)

The trees in the Whitewood Pass were simple to look at and yet that was all the more reason why it was deceiving for the naked eye. 

Ashter Bouw finally stepped into the cove of trees and when he looked back to check on the old Shaman.

She was gone.

Ashter glanced at the silver fang in his hand and saw it suddenly point in one direction, completely opposite of the place where he just stood.

He couldn't help but sigh in relief and pocketed the fang.

That had been the way back to the Silver Claw Pack, but it was time for him to head into the path to the Kingdom of Averon. He carefully picked out a long parchment from his backpack and unfolded it.

"Okay, so which way should I–" 

Ashter was holding onto the map, but in a sudden great burst of wind, it was taken off into the air and flew away.