Neverwinter Forest and lock the fire escapes

Before now, he had not step foot in this forest. In fact, he'd barely journeyed at all during his time at Blackfeather, for the soldier had been preoccupied with other missions and tasks his mind had been set on completing. He only remembered scraps of his trek to to Moonspear with his old family, a little flash of a memory that had been ignited as the group had departed from the dark woods for perhaps the last time - he recalled feeling his paws grow tired, feeling irritable and yet excited by the adventure ahead of them; it had been so new, so intruiging. Now, he felt very little of that youthful enchantment, and yet he could not deny this forest held some sort of significance - it was to be their new home, and the Reaper swore to map every inch of it within his mind as he had with Blackfeather.

The silence was broken as the rustle of branches snapped his attention upwards, and the young man eyed the black bird and followed its gaze until he caught sight of Nyx. He greeted her with a low chuff, rumbling from his chest like the grumble of thunder. "It has potential." He replied, unsure how exactly to describe how he felt about it. It was decent enough to provide them with a domain, and often Aries could be picky with matters such as this.

Another figure joined them beneath the canopy, black fur and dark eyes, to whom the Svartell also acknowledged with a dip of his crown.