Return of the gourds

Caiside had arrived in Caido during Deepfrost, and he had left behind what would have been Longheat, which meant he had missed his favourite season. Or, the equivalent of it at least. Unfortunately he hadn’t taken into account just how violent everything in this place was. He had been trying to enjoy himself, stretch his legs, feel the autumn sun on his shifted form, and instead he came across a lion, smashing gourds into pieces. There had only been one lion he’d seen, and so he felt safe enough to saunter close, and call out. Remi? What in the world are you doing? Caiside Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.