Blackfeather Woods aullaaqkiaŋŋa

It was yet another day and yet another forest. Land that seemed to stretch on endlessly. He had forgotten how vast The Wilds were to be quite honest. From day to day he found himself altering between being exposed in expansive plains to weaving between the thick vegetation of a woodland. Today it was the latter.

 This one, however, felt all the more peaceful than the previous one he had endured a few nights within. Whereas before he was wrapped in a tenebrous cloak of darkness--this particular one seemed much more reserved. The inviting smell of fauna fastened to every tree and bush. There was life here. Perhaps, more than he was bargaining for.

 This particular odor was telling of one of his own kind drawing near. At best the wind brings the subtle aroma of one whom had long gone. At worst he was too close to a wanderer. It would have been rather simple. To alter his course and never look back. Why give a second thought to that which was not his concern? And yet....Collision had been particularly fortunate to not meet anyone with ill-intent. The closest being the jaded teenager, Ash. Before he had realized it a chuff had rolled from his mouth. Both an invitation to come near or perhaps a means of ushering the stranger away. Subconsciously? He was growing bored of his time alone.