As he bundled the fallen tree with the others on the sled, not having the time to cut it into more manageable segments, he stopped as he noticed something off to the side, something red and green. A holly tree, small and young, was eking out an existence trapped between two older and much wider birches. He had never seen a holly tree out here before—hell, whenever he found something that wasn’t a birch, he was surprised. He reckoned his barony got the short end of the stick when it came to dividing these woodlands.