You go to the right

Turning to the right you find that the river broadens and slows and soon becomes a pleasant, quietly babbling companion for your walk. Ahead a bit you see a column of smoke rising from the trees and you swerve away from the river to investigate. The woods open up onto a clearing where a small stone house, even smaller than the one in the garden, sits. In front of it an old woman with apple cheeks and a kerchief about her hair rests in a rocking chair holding the leash of a sad eyed black dog. The dog is large with pointed ears and a mouth full of teeth, almost a wolf, but with a gentleness to its expression that suggests dog. The woman beckons for you to approach, smiling broadly.


 You go up to greet her and her dog.


Go back the way you came.