Blackfeather Woods BLADE ARTS III

Also being very vague with this! What are timelines?

Ransem extended his horizons from the Storm Watch Butte. Ranging further and further from the rock formation. He had used the vantage point to orient his path towards greener pastures, and into the flatlands he travelled. His prowling was not without caution. Canid scent tainted the lowland winds with every speck of dust that took to the air. He did not need to disturb the waters, not yet.

He skirted past an impressive mesa. The towering stone dwarfing that of the butte he considered as camp. In the distance trees grew tall. Notable in the wide swaths of open land. He gravitated towards it as the sun fell and the moon rose. Its silver glow a natural lantern for any weary traveler.

Only so long as it was visible.

The forest trees loomed tall and mighty, overlapping boughs leaving the meager light to filter down to the forest floor in thin shafts. Amidst the overwhelming stench of bird, there is another here. His scent weak, Ransem considered the lone stranger. A passerby more than a resident of this wood. Perhaps it was worthwhile to investigate. Ransem's head dropped low and he began to stalk through the shadowed forest, tracking the scent.