Voleta's horse picked it's way through the mist which drifted through the ancient forest.  The black dog prowled ahead, her keen nose, ears and eyes wary for any sign of possible danger.<br/><br/>Each path Voleta had tried had inevitable lead her west, though now it was hard to pinpoint her direction as the mist about her was continual.  Voleta felt the tug from the west, an urging to continue<em>that</em>way.  She was no fool to deny the summons, thinking this was such to lead her to the place in her dream.  So she continued west.<br/><br/>It was upon the end of the second day that she made her small camp, dressing and cooking the hare which the black dog had caught and brought to her.  Edible roots and water from a small creek allowed her to make a simple soup.  Voleta gave the bones to the dog to chew upon, scratching behind it's ears as she leaned back against the crook of a giant tree root, the horse grazing upon the grass not far off.<br/><br/>Soon the small fire waned until it was nothing but embers in the dark and Voleta fell asleep with the dogs head in her lap.<br/><br/>The small asp curled near Voleta's neck slithered off of her and into the dark, to seek its own supper.