Deepwood Weald krymménos

He felt like a secret within the Weald. Shadewood had concealed him, but the darkness here seemed to hide him in a way that made him feel invisible.

Melaneus didn’t mind.

He watched from the shadows and the ground of red fern. So easily able to find himself lost, yet he found this did not scare him, though maybe it should have.

Through murky eyes he took in the passerbys, and thought that if one did not notice him, he would steal behind them and see how long he could follow until they did.