The Sentinels i.viii : who was given a pat on the back

It was time to move on from this place. As fascinating as it is - withholding from him its magics - Natjuk had things to do. There is a rise in the distance, south of here. He'll head there next, possibly catch something to eat along the way should the land be fruitful enough.

Natjuk moves ever onward with the morning chill at his back. The sun is curtained by clouds. A common occurrence here. He is begrudgingly getting used to it. Padding forward, he zigzags through the healing wood, cold sun shard eyes flitting this way and that.

The warrior thought it a poltergeist. A fitting place for one, should they exist. He comes to a stop and observes, curious for curiosity's sake. Had it seen him? Is it coming to spirit him away to realms unknown?