Phantom Hollow why lure us, radiant darkness?

Early on in his day, he had set out and tracked on and on across the open wilderness. Pressed by the deepening of the chill and the scarcity of most things worthwhile to hunt, the dark Ostrega roamed on further than he usually cared to. Here, on the other side of the Heartwood, he finally slowed to regroup.

He had caught and ate a small runt of a rabbit before it started getting dark out, so after that he carried on until he could find a stream.. which was most of what led him now into the edges of the Hollow. Already, its quiet weighed heavily upon him, or maybe that was the lack of elevation working on him too. Regardless, he slowed down to a meandering walk on towards a small clearing. When the trees gave way, he sighed, looking west, then east, then west again. Roughly, he could judge it as about halfway from both Moonspear and the Sunspire.

Truthfully, he thought to keep going as he panned his sights back to the range east of him. After the other mountain had come up in conversation with Nikai, it was easy to reflect on it, now closer than before. But.. he looked west again towards Moonspear, then even more south of there. He didn't really like the look of those clouds, faraway and on a darkening sky no less. Maybe it was too soon to say for sure. In his gut though, he felt like he should head towards home soon; it was a walk of its own. The Sunspire wasn't going anywhere, and winter left little to be desired, anyway.

He huffed and lowered his nose, sniffing on for any game trail--just a little while longer.