Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

the chill in the overcast morning air settles like tiny icicles in ezra's lungs as he stretches and rises to explore the moor — though he does not see the usefulness in lingering here. the land was mostly open — good for hunting, sure — but with little in the way of shelter didn't offer many opportunities to avoid the elements.

a small copse of trees here and there did little to impress him as he moves thru the neutral territory the sun clan currently inhabited; a stop on their travels to their winter destination.

if there were secrets that the moor hid: it hid them well; coveted them. ankhgolden gaze scours the flatland, unsure what he was looking for. the hunting, the traveling keeps him effectively distracted from the demons inside that he does not want to go toe to toe with. and while in their resting days he finds it harder and harder to avoid it.