Grandma Scramble's Forest

Off the main road, a peculiar wooden statue shaped like a hen marks an almost invisible path winding into the trees. There Grandma Scramble lives in a large hut, surrounded by hundreds of hens housed in coops made of salvaged materials, each more rococo than the last.

The secret passes down from generation to generation among the Kittens: on the first evening of exile, if you take the old forest road, you can stop here for refuge and advice.