The Wild Area was officially too big. That was Gloria’s first impression. It stretched on forever, with little to no resting places, and this was apparently a good thing?

Apparently so if she ever wanted to get to Hammerlocke in one piece.

Resting her tired arse against some sort of well, she sighed and decided it was better than nothing. At least take the weight off her feet while the curry heats up. With how much her little Grookey got through, she was gonna need a stockpile.

Tempting fate by leaning back, the gentle breeze was enough to lift her hair, flutter her cardigan and unstick some sweaty patches. But daring to lift her feet from the ground was a step too far.

Gravity was a cruel mistress, and Gloria flushed red as she toppled backwards into the well…