Blackfoot Forest a fog rolls in

The boy could kick himself for not listening to his earlier thoughts about resting for the night; he was now regretting being so stubborn. A whine threatened to slip past his lips as he pressed forward, belly fur brushing against the cool ground as his ruby eyes darted around frantically. The sounds that filled the forest frightened the little shadow and he could not figure out which direction led to the exit of the forest. He was surrounded by the shrieks of creatures he could not put names to, and the fog that swam between the trees chilled him to the marrow of his bones. Being trapped among the trees made the youth feel even more alone – there was nobody he could run to, nobody to protect him… Niklaus was struggling to convince himself that he didn’t need anyone to swoop in and rescue him and that he could find his own way out of the forest…