The Heartwood I don't feel the rain or the sun

Setting: Night — 23:26
Weather: 62F — Clear skies, slightly misty
Tags: @Simmik

Forward dated 2 days to Oct. 17 during the Saints move.

Kynareth, like last time he moved his pack, he is restless despite moving for countless hours on end. His muscles ache and his head is pounding, but why the hell cant he sleep? He’s so tired, but it looks like mercy will not be directed at him tonight, for he doesn’t see himself dozing off anytime soon. Especially while they’re in such an interesting place. Just on the eastern edge of the Heartwood, Don decides that this would be better than resting in a field. Harder to be seen.

So he stands from his stop near the packs current resting area. Though he would be okay with company, he mentally urges no one to follow him. He just wants a few moments alone. To think and shit like that. 

Padding off into the Heartwood, stepping languidly over fallen trees. He can see life slowly trickling into the dead land before him. He doesn’t stop his eyes from wandering. What he doesn’t know, is that he’s probably not alone. Insert Eyes emoji here.