Shadewood Found a little bit of light, tryna find my heart

@Cry

The brute lumbered through the woodland, knowing that his impending hibernation would have to come sooner rather than later. His gluttonous feeding had paid off and had now packed on almost enough fat to last until the new spring shoots showed from the ground. His head swung as he heaved his way like silent thunder through the woodland.

He happened across a shaded thicket only parted by boulders. He huffed and snuffled through the way, looking for anything that might be food. He clambered up onto a rock (it was the heir's rock, not that he knew) and cast his spring-jade gaze across the tree line. He could be comfortable in this woodland; if he could find his place to stay.
To sleep undisturbed.

He didn't regret leaving the mountainous Vale, and was only disappointed he spent time moving in the wrong direction at first. It was when he inhaled deeply again he smelt the male whose name he knew not. He didn't know how to communicate with the others residing here; perhaps he would never.
He could communicate with offerings and gestures.
That was all he could offer.
And all he would give.