Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

Winter had enveloped the land in a silent blanket. The solitude hen felt was akin to that of Tuatha De, high atop the mountains, and yet it was also very different this time. Chakra's scent was as strong as ever -- her make upon the borders predominant and meaningful. She was going nowhere, and in turn, he and Luka has chosen a home well this time, it seemed.

He hadn't seen the swarthy male since their arrival, but he knew he was still lurking about, likely acquainting himself with his new home. Scimitar in turn was doing the same, his stocky frame loping through the snow, spraying flurries of powder white out from his sides as he had to move through drifts along the outskirts of the forest, pausing only every so often to leave a mark of his own for any potential trespasser.

The day was overcast above -- the grey clouds threatened possibility of snow, but it did not hold the rumble of a storm.. if anything, it would be but a few flurries. His bright eyes fell from the sky, taking in the landscape before him. At times, he was unsure why he had felt the urge to leave Dal Riata and wander.. now, as he stared across the expansive land before him, sheltered by the trees if his new home, he had no regrets.