Early in the morning Freya woke me, the panther was still prowling in the glade beyond the thicket of thorns. We decided to take to the beautiful network of red and barkless branches of the Manzanita trees, which intertwined to craft a network not so unlike a floating labyrinth. There we hoped to find an easier road or at least one were we could more easily spot the panther coming; her black coat against the red of the trees.
Our air journey started off a bit awkward, before becoming accustomed to traversing the majestic network of red branches and bright green budding leaves. The panther followed us still, though upon the ground, which gave us both a good measure of peace. Freya had not been able to communicate with the black cat as of yet, though she had made attempts each night from her perch atop the thicket of thorns.
It was not difficult travelling in the trees, but it was slow going for the most part. Often I had to crawl while Freya scouted on ahead, ever a watchful eye cast upon the panther, who had kept itself always out in the open, much to our relief. It was manageable though, for a great portion of the air journey was walking. Most of the trees were larger than any Manzanita tree ever imagined, the trunk was as thick as two great oak trees put together, most of the branches which formed the labyrinth were as thick as a man, or not more so. The bright green leaves of the red trees sprung forth from their buds about us in patches, where they did so we were hidden from the outside world; a truly wondrous sight to behold as the light streamed down upon us, creating a vast shadow labyrinth high above the forest floor.
In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya
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