Blackfeather Woods Looking like a true survivor

Atshen had kept close to the woods in the days that had passed since the war with Teaghlaigh. The collective bites and scratches that littered his body had finally caught up to him, causing the two-toned Silencer to take it easy in light of his injuries. He was often seen in the shadow of the Dark Master when he was out and about, but such sightings had been a rarity with his condition. 

Today was different, though. Atshen had found himself wandering from his normal haunts and towards the heart of the woods with no destination planned. He was much like a tumbleweed in a barren desert, going with the wind as he lumbered about without purpose. But, soon enough, Atshen found purpose in a nearby figure and he stopped suddenly as he looked to the child. 

"You're far from home,"  he called out roughly, finding himself with no malice despite his previous intentions. At this moment, she was of no threat to him, despite his mother's desires.