Neverwinter Forest gugil ⤧

Quiet, too, kept the shadow who crept alongside them.

It may have been a foolish thing, keeping to the dark while they roamed in broadest light. What if he could not keep quiet and one of them spooked? A stray crack of a branch was all that might take. A shift in the wind.

Already the winds shifted. He felt the slightest turn of a tug against his fur. The trees remained ample enough he might find more cover in moving with the breeze. Stay secret, keep hidden.

But there was another way of a hidden one, a way he had learned without teaching. If he could stay hidden from those he wished to hide from, he could, too, choose to show himself to those he wished might see.

So he did not move with the changing of the breeze. Let the soft wind play through his fur, and took a careful, silent step from his shelter of shadows.