Haunted Wood I'm getting supersonic

She had mentioned wanting a mountain. Although he had been primarily a coastal creature the last year, he knew this was no mountain. He had, admittedly, been a touch smitten with the idea of a mountain. One that would perhaps let him still view the ocean edges from a distance.

All he had here was the scent of others (dangerous) and trees that shrouded his view.

It was her touch that brought some sort of life to him again. Silver eyes looking over at her form. His head offered a slight nod as he brushed along her side, putting himself forward slightly as his eyes roamed over the scenery. It leaves something to be desired. Like your wanted mountain. He mused softly.