baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

Deathbelle and her niece Banshee eventually left the small island of Ibon after a much deserved rest and a bit of relaxation. They made their way across the coral and tide pools carefully, eventually returning to the mainland. The beach on the other side was smaller, and bordered a cliff that reached up to a heavily planted area of briars. The Klein she wolves picked their way up the cliff and found themselves in the quiet of the briar.

There didn’t seem to be any paths through at first, but once Deathbelle found a deer path the going became much easier. She was pricked on more than one occasion and thanked her lucky stars for her perfect pelt. Banshee followed behind her, avoiding most of the pointed ends. They stumbled onto one of the deer that called this place home, and it was so surprised to see them Belle made it an easy meal. They finished, and Belle decided she needed to do a bit of scouting.

There were no scents of other predators, so she felt safe leaving Ban with the carcass and she continued on, searching for a way out of the briar patch.