Blackfeather Woods i’ll keep those vultures guessing

solitude never bothered him. many would see that as foolish. it just wasn’t an optimal decision for such a social creature. living alone was certainly a struggle that most couldn’t, or more accurately, didn’t want to deal with. and yet zeus still traveled alone. through the warm summer months, through the harsh winter, and now he stepped over spring’s door by his lonesome.

and as he walked that lonely road he came across something interesting. it was a forest, but one of a very unique appearance. it was a dark blot over the usual bright green scenery and bird cries echoed from the shadows. it was so cartoonishly eerie, he couldn’t stifle an amused chuckle. he’d find out a few wolves resided here as he drew near. the question was who? he sat just outside the threshold and entertained himself with the thought of mythical beasts running amok in the trees.