Neverwinter Forest had me feeling like a ghost

@Mal

mid morning, the sky overcast, temperature mild. by now, hidden patches of snow are gradually melting underneath the peaks of sun-rays. spring is making itself known. rahgronvith’s moon-colored eyes roam over the spectacle, having slowed his pace to enjoy nature for what it is. much different than the tundra world he’d grown in, where the plains of ice never melt despite meadows of grass forming in-between.

his nose twitches with a loud sniffle, the scent of a pack finally catches his attention. he follows the trail closer, daring to adventure instead of avoid like most dispersals. his posture, however, lowers instead of rises. webbed paws pressing carefully across the forest floor as he creeps towards a scent maker, his nostrils flaring along the base of the tree.

he stops there, knowing any further would warrant an unpleasant encounter—and arches his head back to release an off-pitch, brief howl.