Gwychards
With a firm grip on the reins, Freja guided her steed through the thick woods, maneuvering through gnarled branches and over fallen logs. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the distant songs of unseen birds. She could feel the pulse of the wilderness, its ancient rhythms aligning with her own as they became one in their shared quest for survival.
The canopy of trees above cast intricate patterns of light and shadow upon her, their dance mirroring the tumultuous journey she found herself on. Every rustle and whisper seemed to echo with the presence of unseen forces, both protecting and guiding her through the labyrinthine maze of the untamed wilderness.