The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

and it is through the heartwood that the lorekeeper wanders, searching for a meal and perhaps for a gift that he may bring back to his betrothed, @Iruna. it was dark paws that carried him, but his nose that guided him ; for there was an unknown scent within these woods, and with two weddings around the corner, the guardian could not accept any risk.

a man, scruffy, thin, is sprawled out amongst the forest floor. a low chuff leaves his lips ; an announcement of his presence, though he doubts that this stranger would do much, should he be snuck up on. hello, comes his voice, deep within his chest, rumbling like a slumbering, snoring beast. are you alright? nordic tones laced his tongue. an accent thick and telling of where he had grown, where he had once been. a home, now lost.

he drew himself closer. can i help you?