Deepwood Weald you are the woman

Weather: 25°F, partly cloudy.

Dune continued his journey north. This forest was peaceful, albeit a bit difficult to navigate. At least the snow had let up sometime last night, which left one less difficulty for him to deal with. He kept his sights set in one direction, knowing that Moonspear was at his back. It was strange to miss something he had not known for very long at all, but he knew he would be back home before long. Besides, he had an itching desire to see what was out this way.

Dusk was beginning to settle in when a small brown owl whizzed by Dune's ear, settling on a branch up ahead. The wolf didn't think much of it, and he continued north. Oddly, the owl continued this strange dance. It would rush up ahead of him, wait for him to pass and move on a little further, then repeat the pattern. The fourth or fifth time this happened, Dune snapped at the air where the owl was, but he did not catch it. Scowling, he continued on his way, the owl playing its little game with him.