Deepwood Weald the night's magic seems to whisper

The boy chose to head north as he left the forest that had been his home for the season, and did not care as his trail passed dangerously close to the wolves of the copse. He did not linger in the nearby thicket despite the scent of birds thick within it, and only slowed as his path brought him to a lake within the upper alpine level of the mountain range; his passage was slowed by the wound to his forelimb but Revui was determined, and so he continued to march until the snow was too deep and his body too tired to move further. As he slipped in to the weald with its winding paths through ruined trees, Revui was ready for sleep.