Neverwinter Forest Through gutters filled with black debris.

One thing that remained ever-present even with the torrential waters falling from the sky, was the stench of sulfur from the nearby springs. If anything they had become worse with the additional rainwater; as Revui sloshed his way towards them he thought on more than one occasion that he'd met their edge, or plunged his paw in to one of the hot pools, only to recoil and find no injury - only more stink. They remained hot all year round, and the addition of cold rain only served to cause more steam. As such, he skulked through the resulting mist, which soaked in to his coat and destroyed any other residual scent lingering there - no more Merrick, no more sea side, nothing but rotten eggs.

When he found the edge of a forest he was practically delerious from the stench. It had worked its way across his skin; a skin which was cold, clammy, and practically numb despite the thick coat that covered it. A mixing of the sulfur smell and obvious "wet dog" meant anyone could smell him coming - likely for miles, and probably for a while. Still, Revui did not care about any of the worn paths he crossed or signs of habitation within the woodland. He was wet, stinky, hungry, and quite done with roaming the lowlands.

He ought to have turned back to his mountain when the thought first struck him, and yet here he was, not lost exactly, but not willing to push himself to make that journey with this terrible weather dumping an ocean's worth of water upon him. He found a dark spot that was a little less soggy than the rest, and that's where he dropped himself. He lowered his chest and then his rear-end, sluggishly like a well fed lion, and did his best impression of a boulder to date.