Neverwinter Forest hymn for the weekend

Autumn had made its presence known within the valley, and October knew it was only a matter of time before the snows began. As much as she enjoyed having the freedom to travel, she remained keenly aware of the shifting seasons and would not risk starvation by remaining a loner through the winter.
 
Intimidated was an understatement as she picked her way quietly towards the looming evergreens. The thick branches seemed to reach as far as October could see, and she found herself feeling comforted by the protection they offered to the forest floor. It was as if nature had crafted its own shield to shelter the pack that inhabited the woodlands.
 
The scent of the wood's wolves grew stronger; October’s slouching figure hung back a cautious distance, her tail drooping meekly against her haunches. She threw her head back and howled, beckoning the wolves of the forest to her location.