“It’s hard to determine exactly how fast she’s moving, but based on the catkin’s words, she’ll reach the rabbitkin capital inside two days. If we continue on our current path, we’ll encounter her before she reaches it. If we go to the foxkin tribe, I can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to reach her in time, and if we don’t intercept her in time...” He let the words linger there.

“If we intercept her without knowing what we’re getting into, it’ll still work out the same way,” I responded.

“If she started there, it’s possible, no, likely, that everyone is dead. Right? If this is where Lady Death started, then this would have been ground zero for facing her wrath.” Their leader protested.

“You’re right,” I responded. “We might find nothing but long-dead bodies.”

It was only a half-day journey before we reached the village. As we drew closer, the frown on the leader’s face deepened. There was no one out on the street. He let out a bitter sigh. We had wasted half a day traveling, and this village was no different than any of the other villages. That was until we heard a door slam.

A man dodged into a door as soon as he saw us, closing it. A woman was walking nearby.

“Excuse...” One of the wolfkin tried to flag her down.

The woman quickened her pace, racing into an ally to avoid talking to us. The people here were very much alive, but it felt just as much like a ghost town as any of the other places we had visited. We had to get answers. The clock was ticking.