Shadewood Walking ghost

It had been a long hike yet, as the boy emerged from the pressing shadows of the trees, the sunlight greeted his gaze and he knew it was worth it. The famine had taken his toll on him on his family; many of them had not made it through the spring, yet by some miracle Shink had managed to pull through. His deep copper eyes scanned the fringe of the forest, searching for signs of life as his paws carried his forwards to the very edge of the foliage and he reclined back onto his haunches, his orbs silently observing the terrain before him.