Neverwinter Forest haunted by ill angels only

Looking for one to two participants, please~ ♥

The cold had picked up significantly. It was a living, ravenous thing that bit into Cypress’ flesh, stinging his eyes, nose, and paw pads. Even his teeth hurt. He didn’t realize there was anything abnormal about the season — it was, after all, his first winter. He knew only that it was just as dangerous as he’d been led to believe. Dimly he worried about @Amari, @Kaskara, @Eimear, @Szabala, @Dublin, and Rian — he’d been avoiding them in a misguided attempt to keep them safe, but the long hours of self-induced isolation were slowly beginning to wear on the battered effigy. This afternoon the desire not to be alone left the raven so voracious for social interaction of any kind that he was tempted to cry out for it, shattering the cracking cold with a summoning howl — but he kept his mouth shut and locked. A bitter wind rushed him, whipping his long, wild fur against the grain, leaving his obsidian pelage in a disarray of frost-tipped quills — and he gritted his aching teeth against the cold, the elongated scar at the leftmost corner of his mouth tipping downward in a sinister grimace. In an effort to stay warm, he began patrolling the territory borders, dragging his blunt talons through the rime and snow wherever he could, rubbing his broad-shouldered frame against trees to absorb the spice of the evergreens and leave his signature, and scent-marking.