Chapter 167

**Lyra

My skirt often caught as I walked through the brambles in the direction the wolves had gone. I finally got tired of it and ripped it up to my mid-thigh, using the excess fabric to tie around my hair, which was catching on low-hanging twigs. I had no idea where I was going.

And then, suddenly, I did. I recognized the woods I was walking through, out of the neutral territory and into Pyreclif