The Tangle you may call it in this evening

             By the light of dawn, the Tangle was an ugly, and dreary place.  The thorny shrubbery and twisted, unholy trees were the least of his worry. The ground was littered with sudden and dangerous drops, and one pale paw slid over the edge of one before he nimbly stepped back and looked down at the ground with utter disdain in his pale eyes. Wretched land and wretched grass, he drew in a deep breath and snorted in irritation. Thorns from the shrubbery had found their way into the pale beast's fur and his ears flicked back against his skull as he skulked his way beneath a particularly thick tangle, jerking his tail forward with irritation when some of the long hairs got caught. 

             "May the Great One scourge you from the earth." It was petty to request divine intervention for mere irritation but the land was ghastly. Another careful step and Daemon leapt nimbly down a small overhang, landing with a soft thud on his pale paws. He would continue on his way until he found somewhere more pleasant, such a wretched place was no fit land for the children of the Great One.