Barrow Fields Filter out the noise, focus on my voice and fall in

@Adaia

His wandering had led him to a field he immediately regretted finding. The place felt wrong; every time he stopped to scan his gaze over the uneven ground, his hackles raised a little. He thought having the light from the moon to keep him from being completely surrounded in darkness might lessen his unease, but all it did was give the field a strange, creepy glow. 

He had only been trying to find a safe place to sleep for the night, but the longer he searched here, the more sure he was that he would not be spending the night here. But finding a better place meant making his way through the tall grass. A few times, he found himself suddenly tripping over a large, dirt mound, which only gave him more reason for minimizing his time here. He trotted at a fairly quick pace, afraid that if he went much fast he might fall, but also afraid of going any slower. Once or twice, he stopped and cast a worried look around him, but he didn't dare stay in one place any longer than a few seconds. He could see the outline of what he thought was a forest far off in the distance, and he just focused on getting there—or at least he tried.