Sunset Valley rage against the dying light

The valley was a beautiful one as far as he was considered. Filled with dips and crevices, rocky hills and even the grass was beginning to sprout from under the icy earth. Little bright green sprouts covered in frost. Hemlocke usually did not leave The Bracken. After all, it was a very large forest, stretching a length beyond what he had ever seen before, beyond a wolf's measurements. In there plenty of food was to be had from herds of deer, various rodents and fish in the streams and creeks. With much to explore within its vast land.There was herbs, too but it was just that thing which had pulled Hemlocke out from the forest and into the open. He searched for herbs to be had. With the cloak of the darkness in his favor the Hellhound strode.