Neverwinter Forest there's a monster in the woods.

he was restless, suffering from insomnia, slipping through the trees like the slim shadow he was. when the cover above finally broke, cam spotted a young woman ahead, looking up. he chuffed to let her know he was coming, then approached slowly, paws soft against the forest floor.

can't sleep? he asked her, assuming she was feeling like he was. he followed her eyes to the sky, which was somewhat clear for the first time in a while. he smiled, watching the stars.

he'd heard rumors that each pinprick of light was a loved one's soul. where was mummy? olive and seabreeze? the dead man, his belly torn asunder, crimson pooling out onto hushed willows' hallowed ground—and the screaming—

cam shuddered, feeling himself slide into waking nightmare again. closing his eyes, he breathed in the smell of the pines, of the sodden earth beneath his paws.

here. not there. he was here.