Neverwinter Forest will it spin, will it soar

The sterling yearling descended his turf's heights before the sun could set. With a hot pace, and a very eager reach tonight, he made waste to the route edging the Glen, then meeting the stately pines of Neverwinter. Alone, though never far from the otherworldly hauntings of his clan, he proceeded keenly (though almost confidently) past the forest's threshold and onto the routes within. He breathed deep the scent of many unknowns, and slowed up only to sample them better when the scent of pine needles threatened to overwhelm him otherwise.

While he had no end destination, he was definitely out to strengthen his understandings--of him, of out here, of their ranges, of influence, even. Now more than ever, he was becoming keener, more interested, in what lie beyond and what it meant for them there on their spire and its immediate valleys they hunted. Maybe he was a touch inspired by Drogon's deserting his sister as well (it definitely helped), but it was far from all. He had wondered why.. of all things and places, why? And without even a word? Well, he wouldn't say he wasn't suspicious. Jarilo did just want to see what was out here, too. If he found out more--about this, that, prey trails, other predators, other packs' traffics, or even loners lurking, then good--it would be worth even more.

He found a well-worn footpath of a trail, and for now, stuck to it quietly as he threaded deeper into the forest.

fyi i will maybe be slow but i want fresh threads with him ;;!