Haunted Wood red dot

After her and Periane’s encounter with the pale boy from the plains, Hemera sought solitude. She wandered far, beyond the Great Lake, until she stumbled upon a peculiar forest, an expanse of tangled limbs and towering trees.
She moved with measured steps, her willowy frame gliding through the narrow passages between trunks. Though her body no longer held the strength it once did, it would suffice.
Then, a shadow. A dark figure lingered in the distance, just beyond her reach. She stilled, her presence betrayed by the rustling of branches as she passed. A sigh, quiet but sharp. There was no use hiding now. With deliberate movements, Hemera lowered her muzzle to groom her sand-streaked fur, plucking away the twigs that clung to her like unwelcome guests. Wandering through the wilds had its costs, but she would not wear the forest’s filth upon her. Nor would she rest upon damp earth or frost-bitten ground. Even here, she kept her grace.