Neverwinter Forest the slightest touch forced to fold

Another day, another outing, and this time he reached towards Moonspear's somewhat closest neighbor. Relatively speaking, it was more the mountain beyond the evergreen forest that called to him as a vantage point... discovering that their northerly neighbors were still there just happened to be a mixed bag of bonuses. Though their run-ins were tangles at best, he hadn't paid them much thought or mind until he was forced to follow along their borders at a distance.

Where others had reached a dissolution of numbers to retain their home, it seemed that the bloke here had a decent handle on what he was doing. It was either that, or he was every bit as stubborn as he had seemed from their first encounter. Perhaps now there was more substance to what he had from those weeks ago, but Dirge couldn't recall or tell.

It wasn't like he needed to cut through to get anywhere close—he opted to go around this time and almost without saying it helped that there were no signs of wayward children having gone over borders in search of one thing or another. Though on that note... he recalled Isilme, and thought of Dragomir in the wake of that. The boy had integrated well for the most part, at least he thought so. Perhaps he'd find him when he turned back to the mountain later.

For now, with a wary eye to watch the fringes of a wood he held at arm's length, Dirge continued to cut a trail through the snow around the claim. No sense in raising alarm when he was out for a jaunt, or so he hoped.

@Mal & @Cam, if y'all want it.