Neverwinter Forest crooked antlers

Now that he finally stopped rushing forward trying to cover ground and every single thing around him is still painfully unfamiliar (and washed out to boot), he can't help but feel heavy. It, if anything, is a constant for him. He knows how this is, and how it hurts him. Nothing is new within the territory of lost hope for the dark Ostrega and even now, he cannot help but be, in the tiniest of ways, infinitely impressed by the lows he has managed to track down this time.

He sighed again and stood shakily, forcing his paws one in front of the other to get him moving again. With a little momentum, it does seem to come easier, thankfully, and he picks up a heading to nowhere in particular through these woods--letting his nose, and a touch of subconscious, be the best guide he has. Lucky or not, it would at least go somewhere.

Realization came at him fast and it doesn't even give him time to reel properly. He narrowed his bright eyes immediately and took a few more shaky steps forward towards her, ears torn between aimed right at her and splaying all around anxiously. She was something familiar, somehow. It's a long ago thought, one not too overwhelming at the time, but maybe he has come closer than he knew. "You're.. here?" he croaked out awkwardly. Wherever this was, wherever he was going, and whoever she was. "I.. hi," he exhaled, and looked away apologetically, appearing every part the frazzled mess he felt like. He remembered she shared few words, so he'd mind his own mouth too now.