Northstar Vale switchblade

He doesn't really know where he is now. Departed from willow trees and in a vale now. It was a beautiful place but not for him. Not permanently at least. The fog was thick and it was awfully chilly at the moment. He was fairly certain it'd be warmer almost anywhere else but he knew that wasn't exactly true. The temperature was cool in the willows too. The only difference was he knew where to keep warm there. Regardless, he had been ready to return but then he thought he heard something. A faint voice? Yet he couldn't make out any of the words, only that he had heard something.

Hello? Is someone there? He hesitantly called out as his eyes searched through the fog for a source. Perhaps it had been nothing and he had imagined it all.