King Elk Forest Entrañable y Lamentable

@Burke!
Thread is backdated a few days.. A week at most

If you'd asked Damien where he'd been or who he'd been with the past couple months, he probably would have had another mental breakdown. There was nothing about his life that Damien was enjoying right now, not even his name for he couldn't link it back to anything good, and as a result he had shut off reality, abused any substance he knew would help and dragged his sorry ass away from everything hoping to find death. But he didn't. Death didn't want him.

So with sad eyes and vague determination Damien walked all the way back to the Teekon Wilds, always convincing himself that he wasn't coming back to Blackfeather Woods... Or trying to. He followed a river up the mountain he though he recognized and before it completely faded away he veered east along the treeline of a white-coated forest. A foreboding chill ran down his spine as he walked, and he kept looking over his shoulder as though he was being chased, but only silence followed him.

Night was quickly crawling it's way upon Mundus, and Damien found a lake at which he thought he could spend the night without freezing to death. There was little flesh attached to his bones and he needed to improve his chances. He'd scented the markings of a pack on his way across the vale, and surely there would be caches from which he could steal a bite or two, so cautiously (at the best of his diminished and drug-muffled senses) he crept the borders trying to find something good.