Among the Edge...

It was chill, damp, morning as Folthorn sauntered out of the "Safety" of the hedge and entered, what he would call home, the wilderness. He's heard furthermore of these "Spirit" bears, with icy eyes, in far Chetwood, however these were months ago and this spirit bear must of passed on to whatever place spirit bears go to, interesting. It seems that rumor sharing and hear-say are a past time of Bree-landers and Shire-lings alike, this is what he thought about treading in the wilderness as if to clear his mind on other matters. The clattering and clapping of hooves eluded him as he entered Adso's camp, exchanging some words with him and learning of the area of course. Folthorn took a interest in a area known as the Old Forest nearby and slowly crept(after saying goodbye to Adso) to the edge of the Old forest with pride, almost if he is back home in the vales, but this was certainly not the case. As he continued walking among the forest, he met one of the Edhil or elf in common tongue, Angollon was his name, and if Folthorn was hearing correctly then one might thing the young elf was indeed lost. Overall, they had a interesting and pleasant chat, mostly about Bree and such but none-the-less pleasant. It was still Chill yet no longer damp when Folthorn departed back to Bree now seeking rest from his exploration.