The Sentinels "ye young fellows that follows the sea"

Weather: 25°F, overcast.

After a short snowfall, Dune was able to make his way out of the weald and into a different forest to the north. There wasn't a single line that separated the two, but there was something different about this place. Trees seemed to be uprooted everywhere he looked. Dune continued to pick his way around, under, and through the trees, when he spotted another one of those freakishly odd looking creatures. It reminded him immediately of the one he had encountered about a month back, and he recoiled at the sight of it.

Hoping that the unsightly creature had not heard him, Dune put distance between the two of them, hoping to circle around the thing in a large arc. Unfortunately, the owl that had been leap-frogging him since yesterday had other plans. It had been laughing at him non-stop since it had started following him around, and Dune shot the bird a dirty look when it called again from a branch just above his head. So much for going unnoticed.