“Or she doesn’t want to find us,” James said. “Can you blame her? This… place… looks pretty awful to me, but maybe it’s what changelings like.” As he said it, something massive lumbered around ahead of them, its footsteps dislodging brown leaves from the wall. Sarah could make out a massive shape on the horizon for a few seconds, then the footsteps faded into the distance. A few crows called out mournfully. “Maybe she wants to stay home.”