Ithaca continues to scavenge the forest for what feels like an eternity. Could it be that the one she searched for had since took their leave? Or worse, they were never in the Wonderkept Woodlands in the first place. With nary a sign of life around, she questions herself once more, “*sigh* If I were a dragon, where would I be?” She turns to her sword, Evergreen Soul, and requests guidance. But then, a strange clue catches her eye. Easy to miss amongst a sea of green grass with patches of white, what appears to be a shred of silvery-white fur or hair stands out.

“Mm? White hair? Might be a stretch, but…could it be?” Finally, the sign of hope she so desperately needed. Surely, she had to have been here. Upon further investigation, a lone Belvenere tree stands out in the clearing. Slash marks, engraved deep into its side. A cause for concern, perhaps, or a sign of assurance? “Huh? Just what the heck happened here?” Ithaca begins to worry herself. Was there a fight? An ambush? Either way, the appearance was anything but natural. Suddenly, *CREAK* *RUSTLE*. The coyote’s ears perk up as someone or something makes its presence known in the bush. “*GASP*!”

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