Neverwinter Forest Must be hard to live in this world, if you believe that.

Walls of flame, flickering alive and swooping over plains, engulfing grass, tree and flesh that lay in its path, it separated the wayward siblings. Helios hides his devastation, bitter cold easing over the hurt in same way winter fell over the Wilds. Gradual at first, before the first big snow slammed it hard.

Helios returns to the Wilds in a subtle motion, sliding past packs with little interest. Nose only twitching at any slight hint of familiarity. Part of him wants to avoid it, another desires it more than anything. Nonetheless, he moves this night, standing out akin to a sore thumb even in the darkness. The moonlight casts an eerie glow over the snow-top trees and frosted ground. Each step is followed by the crunch of it breaking underneath his weight.

He's in that awkward stage where he is less boy and more man in physique, just lacking the muscle that he's sure to eventually grow if his father is anything to go by.

Eyes latch onto movement, body freezing and then slinking into a crouch. He makes the mistake of not confirming what lays in the woman's jaws... His brain clicks that it is food, and that he wants it. So he charges, slipping forward towards the dark shadow in hopes of snatching the object she chews on and taking it for himself.