The Bracken Woods this body is a natural disaster

weather: 6°F | -14°C — evening; snow

At some point during the afternoon it had begun to snow. Hex had made himself rather single minded for the duration of his journey to the Teekon Wilds with his end goal pushed to the forefront of his mind: arrival. The scourge isn’t overly sure why he harbored such a sudden desire to find the Wilds …after all his parents had not been there in a very long time; but he supposes in the end it’s because all of his other siblings had been there at some point or another and Hex does not inherently like the idea that they can claim they’ve been somewhere he has not. Even as an adult, sibling rivalry burns hot in the Ira look-alike and though he was able to put it aside in dedication to his plight to priesthood and helping his parents with his younger siblings it had returned when they reached adulthood and Hex saw his opportunity to slip away before his parents spawned again.

Beneath the canopy of The Bracken Woods the snowfall wasn’t as bad: the towering trees caught the worst of it but it still blanketed the bracken littered forest floor in a light dusting. He sidesteps a thorn bush, it’s reaching thorns snagging a small tuft of wispy fur from him. The tug of it from his skin is sharp but so fast that he only realizes what has happened seconds after it is done. Hex’s head snaps around to inspect the thorn bush with a glare and then vainly at his flank to ensure himself that he didn’t have a bald spot or mussed fur. He runs his muzzle over the plush pelage of his chest, giving it a brief preen if only to make up for the fact that he can’t really reach his flank before he gives a soft huff and pushes forwards, towards the heart of the forest.