Clair
After three hours of biking, I crossed the border of the Black Forest Pack and went into a meadow. I studied their maps and looked for a way to avoid the border patrol. They had many maps and plans in the back of the library, a place where apparently not many had ever gone. Being a bookworm had its advantages.
To reach the Pixie Lands, I had to cross one pack and the Desideratum river. It would be a very long journey.
By mid-morning, I had already crossed into the lands of the next pack when a border patrol officer stopped me, seeing that I wasn’t a rogue wolf, but rather a member of the Royal Pack (at least officially) made him grant me entrance.
“I’m traveling to the riverside to visit some relatives, is there a little town or inn where I could stop by?” I lied.
