He passed through the Fenryn village on the fourth day.
He didn't plan to stop. The route back cut through the same forest, and the same route meant the same territory, and the Fenryn village was positioned where it was and couldn't be avoided without significant deviation.
He heard the canopy before he reached the village's outer boundary.
Movement up there. The specific sound of beings in the tree-cover who had excellent hearing and had already registered his approach and were doing the thing they did when processing whether an incoming presence was a threat or not.
He stopped at the spot he'd stopped before — the edge of the cleared approach where the canopy ended, the same place where Senna had been waiting when they'd left.
A rope ladder dropped.
He hadn't asked for one. It had just dropped.
He looked up.
