Where Ferns Grow

*Sunder*

Sunder was traveling along at a pretty good clip when he spied an unusual form. Equal parts fox and wolf, the woman was unlike any he’d ever seen. But, and this was key to his reaction, he got that an awful lot from wolves so he wouldn’t trouble the lady with his open gawking. He would, however, jog over for a closer subtle peek.

The little dog was on a bit of a journey. The upper half and a solid portion of the middle of Boreas was much too cold for him in winter, which relegated him to the south. But he wasn’t content to simply stay in one place so Sunder had made it his goal to travel the whole thing.

Maybe he was projecting but the woman appeared to be exploring. A kindred spirit, perhaps? It would do him some good to run with someone and having never met a stranger, Sunder didn’t think anything about asking. Jovial in tone and step, he bounded over to Jynn. “Ya look like a runna wid dem long legs! My curiosity got da betta of me I gotta know who fasta. Fancy a race? I make it wort ya while if ya beat me!”

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