Neverwinter Forest depollute me, pretty baby

Having heard the voice of other Frostfurs in the chorus, Simone began to rove toward the North, skirting along the edge of the mountain range and minding the borders of another pack that was located nearby. By the time night fell, and myriad of stars appeared above in the dark, dark sky, she was tired and needed a place to rest. A bed of fallen evergreen nettles would suit her just as well- but once she found herself wandering through the forest, the pull of fatigue escaped her. 

Something felt old and reverent about the woods. She heard the quiet hammer of a woodpecker, and the hooting of a pair of owls, encouraging their young fledglings to learn how to fly. In the darkness, the light of the crescent moon filtered down in milky streams to light the forest floor below. Ferns danced; she moved through them, collecting small drops of clear dew as she went. 

She'd seen many forests, but few had felt this much like home.