Ravensblood Forest from wars that you waged

I'm probably rusty as crap but thought this would be a good first thread with this new character.  Kjalarr looks awesome! :D

Kelso hadn't been here for long, but he could already see that the famine which had plagued him for the past weeks hadn't had much mercy on these lands either.  Everywhere he looked, he saw naked branches clawing desperately at the heavens as if begging for redemption.  He hadn't seen many wolves, and the few he'd glimpsed fleeting between shadows had had the skeletal look of starving wraiths.  He had felt the famine's effects himself as well; he was already a skinny wolf as it was, but the recent lack of food had wasted away the meat on his lean frame and left him with a perpetual gnawing hunger in his belly.  There were angles and knobs where there was ordinarily smooth muscle, and his ribs stood out in low relief against his sides.  

His ceaseless searching for even the tiniest scrap of meat had led him this night to a dark and foreboding wood.  Somewhere in the darkness overhead he heard the coarse, grating calls of crows, and his mouth watered as he imagined how nice they'd taste right about now.  He went a few more steps, silent as a ghost, until a motion at the edge of his vision caught his attention.  His head whipped up, ears swiveled forward and dark eyes staring into the shadows, anticipating prey.