Deepwood Weald bite my tongue

a scheming smile crept it's way along his maw at the boy's acceptance to his challenge. "ready?" he asked, though in truth didn't expect a response. "set" he called out, glancing around for what looked like the easiest way out of this labyrinth. "go!" and with that he was off, a flash of ebony dashing off into the unknown. his plan, while not the most brilliant, was sure to prove fruitful. he'd just run until the forest came to an end. that had to work, didn't it?

by some stroke of luck, his plan actually worked. the comforting sight of sunlight revealed itself to him as he leapt through the last defenses of the weald's shrubbery. he stopped only to catch his breath just enough to send up a howl for the hotheaded youth. you owe me a meal - was what the message conveyed before he plopped himself on his rear and awaited the youth to pay up his debt.