Shadewood let me be sad

The sound of a weighted breath spurred his attention to drift from the winding path ahead, towards the copse of old growth trees. Among the corridors there between the oaks he thought he spied a body. The man paused then, he lingered within sight of the stranger and watched as they moseyed away from a plot of freshly moved earth, which made Asa wonder. If he had mistakenly crossed in to claimed territory it must have been miles back, as there had not been any trace of wolves around him for days, at least. He sniffed the air to make sure - but already the stranger was moving on an intercept course towards his intended route; clearly they had not spotted him. Asa was a large fellow but in these circumstances he blended in well with the forest, and besides, the man looked... Lost.

He was not sure if an interruption would be welcome, so he waited until the figure had moved along a bit before resuming his own careful strides. It was difficult for anyone to remain soundless in a forest such as this. Asa would not try too hard normally, but with the image of the ghostly stranger etched in to his mind, he did not wish to be disruptive and became cautious with his movements. Until, of course, the inevitable miss-step caused him to trip himself on a particularly long branch, snapping it in half. The sound launched itself through the woods and all that Asa could do was wince, glancing every which way for signs of a possible ambush, just in case.