Emberwood hellbender

His travel was slow, but after visiting with Fig and the grandkids, Phox felt he was overstaying his welcome and began to plod north toward the coast. He had hoped Towhee would come to Kvarsheim and they could travel from there, but Caracal's spot on the coast seemed like the next-most-likely place to find her. Late afternoon, early evening sunrays slipped through the trunks and canopies of the aspen trees. It was a very pleasant sight, and Phox felt like he could live here forever. Not that he would. Like Towhee, he wasn't ready to settle. Nothing kept him in one single place, and he would just have to keep moving until he found something that did.

The leaves had barely started to change here. Only a few yellow and orange leaves camped out among the lush green overhead, but Phox knew how the cycle went. In only a dozen days time, the crown of each tree would be alight with fiery red. That would be a sight to see. There was that chill in the air, too. The thing that sent him to seeking out whatever scraps he could find laying around. So far, that hadn't been anything today, but he had a feeling something would pop up sooner or later.