“Mischa, please return to the path.”
She had walked onto the grass, then into the long grass, then through the trees and across the stone beach to where the wire fence was strung. There was more beach beyond, curving around to a headland, and then more trees. Nothing moved except for the drone hovering behind her.
“Mischa, it is not safe this close to the wildland. Please return to the path.”
“There’s nothing out there.”
“Mischa, the wildland holds many unseen dangers. Please return to the path and we can discuss them.”
She started looking for gaps in the wire.