Neverwinter Forest heavydirtysoul

She knew where she tread, now. The wraith paused in her solitary wanderings, muzzle scenting the air and detecting the familiarity that came with this place. She had but passed the woods once, perhaps twice, but as her wandering gaze settled on the west, she realised that this place was but a couple days travel from what had once been Arthendal. She remembered well the thick canopy of Shadewood, the rivers that had once encircled her home. The mountains, the territories.

Her gaze settled back on the path before her. She would not return, had no cause to. She was hardly nostalgic, and Arthendal had her remember a time that had seemed good, but had ultimately led to her downfall. The thought of past failings and the faces that came with it had a hiss escape from betwixt her fangs, unbidden. No, she would not return, to that place or what she had been becoming.  

Her mind turned to the hunt, and to dulling the ever-sharpening razor that was hunger. She strode amongst the trees with a kind of arrogant confidence, casting about for some foolish prey that would ultimately make some mistake and end up her dinner.