Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

The fiery colored man had to admit, he was happy for her company in this dark and foggy forest. Though here she had stood, she had looked like a shadow of the dead, a wraith fitting to the Haunted Wood, to sink her tooth and claw into him and drag him into the darknesses of the forest one may never find him again. Still, she had an air of prowess, mystery, and power about her. A simple wanderer or not. 

She was helpful, too. One may think, with wolves of obviously questionable desires around here, she may have been too helpful. Her questions leading one after another... where his pack was, how many in his ranks, his allies... But if she were truly looking for a home and/or wanted to help, everything she had asked was completely sound. Besides, should she have ill intent, her knowing how close Yuelong was to its allies and how good of a group they had, couldnt have hurt. If she dark maiden wanted him gone, she could have done so already. 

North of here after you go through a large open glen, there is a thick forest of pine. It's called Neverwinter. Hense the fact that evergreens stay true to their color all year round and how thick the forest was, 'never winter' seemed fitting enough. An allied pack of ours live there. It is safe until the storms subside. If anything, even if the idea of an island was not fitting to the woman, maybe after a time he would find that she had found sanctuary in the grand forest. He'd like to see her again as well as know she had found happiness in a secure home. 

She mentions then seeing the ocean sometime, her curiosity tugging at her and he laughs a bit as she said 'even if it's all water'. It is hard to explain for those who have not seen it and a difficult terrain for those not well practiced. The sands constantly shifting and the water moving over your feet, taking the ground from under you... He had seen a number of wolves twist an ankle or two before. Then, knowing not to drink the salt water, how not to get caught in rip tides, and of course avoiding jelly fish and sharks... impressively dangerous to go along with its impressive beauty. One may be able to say the same for those who call themselves at home atop high mountains with ragged rock, steep cliffs, land slides and consistent snowfall.

A shrug then, and fiery eyes moved over her pale gaze and out over the forest around them. The forest. A place which was all too common and natural place for the wolf. Of course it had its dangers too, though there was far less so he felt to the elements of living high on the mountains or in the open land of a beach. Then again.. there were the crazy type who lived in deserts and cannons.