Blackfoot Forest Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

Wandering a days trip from Easthollow, Evergreen was just beginning his adventure home when dusk started to fall over the Wilds. He had not realized he’d been out so long, likely lost in his thoughts and focused purely on the exploration.

Tension wound his muscles tight; akin to a bow underneath an archer’s skilled hands. His ears flicked in each direction of the eerie cries. The snow covered forest sounded much too alive come nightfall for his liking. Foxes were not a creature Evergreen had numerous encounters with. Their screaming unnerved him.

A sigh, much closer than the foxes, caused the bearish wolf to nearly jump out of his skin. Green eyes widened, with eyebrows comically shooting upwards. ‘A ghost,’ his mind helpfully supplied.

“... H… Hello?”