Somewhere north of Odessloe

Dear Diary.
 
Today I went into the big bad forest and got myself killed playing with the furry critters.
 
The End,
 
 
 
Seriously though, I wonder what this human was doing so far from the relative safety of the road, being alone and all. Clearly he isn’t a hunting type with his fancy clothing, lack of weapons and these writing materials on him. Predator must have got him from the looks of it. Smaller than a bear, bigger than a wolf. Anyway. Not much left to go by. But I’ll thank him for this little mystery keeping my mind busy. And his stuff.
 
It has been four days since I started my trail. Pickings have been slim though I’ve managed to snare a few rabbits and shot a whitetail (Right through the eye!). Used the rabbit fur to line my boots to stop my feet from going numb. Tomorrow I’ll head back to town to sell these at the butchers and then find myself a proper bath, get some rest and hopefully have some fun.
 
Shopping list:
 
Honeycake
Needles and thread
Whetstone
New blanket.
Vegetables(?)
 
I reckon it is time for me to move on from the area. I've been in this region for months now. With the worst of winter over I could maybe trek up north. I’ve heard there's a woodkin city up there. Might be an interesting sight.