aw for warhall peeps <3 potential formation thread
there is something forlorn about these lands, something the englishman can't place. the trees reach tall and wide, shadowing above him in thick and glorious canopies. the sun does not touch aside from in places where those canopies part in wide glens or small openings, giving way to golden rays.
the land is thick with health. despite winter's nip, there is a flushness. ripe with prey, herds of elk big and small roaming in and out from between trees and frostbitten foliage. his mouth practically salivates.
raedwulf walks with thundering pawsteps, though draws to a stiff pause when there is a distant disturbance. the loud scrape of tine upon the harsh bark of tree, loud, grating, large.
the wolf gawks in mild alarm. what sort of huge beast lurked?
raedwulf speaks only old english, so communication may be difficult until he becomes more fluent in the common tongue.
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