Moonspear Forest walls

It was the whistling of the wind that brought Katmai to this level, where he knew that Haedwig was most likely to haunt. He did not find her right away, but soon came upon a trail to follow. The cold was uncomfortable even for him — not that he was unable to weather it, but it reminded him of less certain times. A granule of worry sparked in his chest, but he told himself he was only being superstitious.

Her great, lumbering form soon materialized, pale beige and dingey white against an even more dreary background.

"Haedwig," he said in greeting, picking up his pace only a fraction. But as he took in the sight of her in earnest, he sped up even more. Something was wrong — and he skidded himself as he tried to slow himself, reaching her side. It was only quick reflexes and a flex of his claws that stopped him short of bowling into her.

"Are you alright?" he asked, feeling silly for even asking such a question, but having no idea what to do for her.