Neverwinter Forest the burdens of the planet earth

It was with a begrudgingly slow pace that Njal made his way, but he made it, he kept one foot in front of the other even when his muscles rejected to obey. Where he went was uncertain — he had no thoughts as he ambled, only that the world was so very different and he needed to find some semblance of familiarity. When the forest had spewed him out he continued heading east until another came in to view. It was as desolate as the last one, but held the tell-tale scents of many wolves. With a grunt the old man came to a rest at the edge of the tree line and began another round of observation. The breeze whipped his silver-tipped scruff and danced across his snout, catching against his eyes briefly, so he squinted and turned away from it - looking in to the territory by happenstance thereafter. He did not call for anyone. Njal became a stern-faced boulder as he rested there, wondering if this was the place his life would find its conclusion — if not he would be on his way, perhaps to die upon the road, as he had lived his long life.