Haunted Wood Slumming it with the poor.

Roaming had its benefits. The only limit being resources and energy - of which Komet could scour the wilderness for one, but had a bounty of the other. He drifted from point to point in the dark; the starlight thin, but the massive moon lending him enough light to manage. He was a ghost. Travel was easier at night, for the most part, and as the thinnest emanation of light crossed along the horizon (indicating sunrise) Komet knew he should seek shelter -- get some sleep. At the same time as he observed the rising tendrils of light, he took note of wolf scent - which itself was  wake up call of its own.