Blackfeather Woods Hey, slow it down

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ヽ(〃･ω･)ﾉ @Keelut

Scarcely could the moon’s ivory glow reach down through the canopies and illuminate the ground below on a good night, and not at all when grey clouds loomed overhead. It was through the darkness that the ghostly figure moved, away from the borders, at last, his final patrol of the night having ended. Although he could be guided not by the moonlight, he found his way around well enough, all of the time that he’d spent within Blackfeather thus far having made him familiar with nearly every little twist and turn. His paws carried him down paths he’d traveled a million times over, whilst his ears and nose both worked overtime to ensure that no important details were missed. From the scampering of mice to the musky odour of mud, he took it all in and let it dictate his path, turning to avoid slick patches and the lesser nocturnal predators. In the night, with the scent of the approaching rain in the air, he was most at peace, weighed down by naught.

The Inuk’s wanderings drew him near to the glen, which he examined from a distance. He was curious about the children, having yet to meet any of them, but knew better than to approach in the night. Around there he lingered for a little while, before continuing on his way towards Redgrove. Easy was his pace, neither rushed nor dragging, as he proceeded onward, wishing not to wake any that might be sleeping.

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