Fogena Sles

The thicket grates at one’s hide. It’s sharp thorns digging into and leaving marks on any and all. Those who are large and bulky, those of the masculine variety, have the hardest trouble and little hope of getting through. And… that my friend is by no mistake. Rumor is, is that this area is blessed, jinxed, curses, however you desire to say it. It is magical, and has surprisingly protective properties for the one who come here and brave the onslaught of the dead, twisted trees and prickly bushes. When, or if, one can find a break amongst the dead, thorny mess one comes to find this area perfectly suitable for relaxing and hiding. Of course getting in there is one long story, and getting out is another. But, all in all this place isn’t that bad once you get through… and on many occasions this is where prey hides from predators, and where young ones can hide from punishment and the other nasty beasts of the world that would do them harm.