Blackfoot Forest and she left her land — chaos

for @Reigi!

beneath the light of the mid-day sun the blackfoot forest ( though taarlok does not know it's name ) is sun-dappled and fairytale-esque. yet, he suspects that it does not always maintain such a glittering and magical presence in the night. he can smell the various scent trails of the foxes, slumbering in their dens now so they can prowl the night hours. their cries are piercing and sound like they came straight from someone's nightmare and, in his experience, foxes tend to be vocal. regardless, it matters little. he doesn't intend to linger too long and thus does not suspect that he'll experience this forest in the night. at least, not tonight at any rate. light, easily compacted snow crunches beneath the weight of his paws as he moves through the woodland, dodging low hanging branches and tangles of moss and thorny underbrush as he maneuvers the unfamiliar territory. his pace is leisurely, un-rushed as he attempts to vaguely map out the forest. his only purpose thus far is to keep moving, keep exploring. there is an allure to the unbridled freedom that is gifted with being a lone wolf and for now taarlok throughly enjoys the liberties and plans to take complete advantage of them while he has them.