King Elk Forest pariah | puh-rahy-uh | noun

it'd been late when svatomyr stumbled his way into king elk forest; seeking the first thing he could find as shelter — an uprooted tree whose massive root system partially towers over him and conceals, with thick vines, a hidden den more than big enough for him. it wasn't until the next mid-morning, near afternoon, as the warming rays of sunshine trickle in thru the whispering vines; blinding. pearlescent eye blinks open and squints against the bright onslaught. for a long moment he considers shifting his back to the entrance and sleeping longer.

groggy and hungry, however, he rises from his den to the snowfall — the source of the brightness of the sun — and begins a hunt for something to scrounge for a late breakfast.