September 5th is clear and pleasant. A lovely day for travelling.
As you continue southeast down the Great Western Road you notice that the woodlands about you are slowly changing...from a fairly open forest and meadow sort of woodland to a deeper, more dense, deciduous forest.
"We're leavin' the Mississippi Forest," comments McTavish, "And headin' into the Blackwood."
From somewhere off to your right, not too far away, you hear a short howl.
Your horses nicker nervously, and you pick up your pace a bit.
However, nothing attacks you and you continue on.
The rest of the day and that night pass quietly.