The Heartwood I'm a cold soul, I roll solo

After checking in with Damien and spending a couple days within the borders of their temporary claim, Midar had set out again, intent on finding someone of value to invite to join their pack. This time, he headed west into the scorched forest that hugged their own borders. He had honestly dismissed the burned woods as a viable option simply because he couldn't imagine many spent much time here. But, he wanted this trip to be short, thoughts of his mate and guarding their claim tethering him to the hollow, and so he had decided to give the ghostly forest a chance.

He padded quietly through the charred remains of the forest, the dark of night casting him in shadow and hiding his prowling form aside from the occasional flash of raven coat in the moonlight. His keen gaze scanned his surroundings as he moved, looking for even the slightest hint that he wasn't alone in the dark.