Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

She'd ventured from @Cry's side, if only momentarily, so that she might explore this place further. The wood was dark, ominous, despite the daylight and filled the wolfdog with dread. She disliked this place and the prickling paranoid emotion it evoked in herself.

You are the stuff of the sea. Act like it.

Elin would not approved of such timidness. It's this that makes her spine straighten with the facade of bravery as she continues through the forest curiously.