Dawnlark Plains Cucumber Michael

When the celebrations died out and those among the festival's gathering began to part ways, Sang bid a farewell to those he'd met with and slipped off into the cover of night. He'd spent the last few days aimlessly wandering through woodlands and fields with no true direction in mind, for he was unfamiliar with the northern parts of the wilds since he'd spent the majority of his time in the central and western reaches. 

But the arctic chill that stung against his face was nostalgic to him and he found himself longing for the wintry ice caps he'd grown up by. The plains did well to ease his homesickness for the scattered blanket of snow reminded him of the meadow he'd trained in with only one major difference. Unlike back at Astellapor there was a silhouette roaming the pasture like a lost ghoul and Sanguinus, the ever curious beast, set off to investigate the grayscale figure.