Ravensblood Forest shoulders smooth as raven's claws

@Ikkalrok — posted in wrong forest ooopth

He has been here before, but it has been years. The first instance of his remembering is vague (because the sea is the sea is the sea, no matter how far you travel), but it isn't important either way. He creeps along the shoreline until the taste of the salt in the air begins to curdle his spirits, and he heads inland. The scent is not as strong here, among the trees. He likes the shadows but finds them a touch too cold; they welcome him despite this, and soon enough the wandering lion finds a gap in the boughs where he can rest and warm up. The sun is hidden behind a flurry of clouds, but not for long — he descends quietly to his belly, spreading out across a small section of light, and basks there like a cat. It is pleasant for a while, but he knows he cannot relax for long.