Blackfeather Woods lord of the flies

Kove’s just lurking in the background for now—feel free to skip if neither take notice to him. ^^

Another solution to his ailment had been found: moving. He found that, as long as he kept active, the pain in his joints was easier to ignore, as well as kept from intensifying with the stillness of being motionless. Thus, he walked—patrols kept him going, usually, as did navigating the tunnels. Some days, he just wanted to walk, however, as he was currently doing. Maneuvering through the woods, he mostly kept away from the most frequently travelled paths, essentially avoiding the others; he had no words to share and decided long ago that many that joined the woods were not wolves so desirable as to sit in absolute silence with. But total isolation was not something so easily achieved where the shadows lived, so he wasn’t too surprised when voices were eventually heard just ahead of him.

Normally, he might have adjusted his path so that the speakers were avoided, but the familiarity of their voices—and realisation of what he was near—drew him closer. As he covered more ground the effects of the tree started to reach him, spindly fingers reaching out and attempting to drag him in. With a shake of his head, he tried to ignore its call, focusing on where he was going instead and then stopping just before the trees gave way to the clearing. From there, he found the pale coat of the girl with ease; he observed the children and listened in on their conversation, waiting to see if he might have to remove them from the area. For now, he was in no rush to do so, their distance from the willow satisfying enough.