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The silver prince was not intimidated by the tomblike woodland with its towering coniferous trees and overgrown shrubbery. He had to admit that this forest held a haunting atmosphere, and the light drizzle along with the early morning mist did not help at all. But the thick canopy had its good points, most of the raindrops did not touch his fur at all, Harrey was glad, it would be utterly horrible to have a drenched coat. Horrible for his health and he would look terrible and unattractive. What a nightmare, if he had to get wet, at least make it be blood so he would look cooler.
Harrey trotted into the woods, the thick trees blocked out most of the light, the stormy clouds were not helping that matter at all. Shadows crept out at him, curling around the sturdy timbers, and here in Neverwinter Forest, darkness prevailed. The princeling's platinum silver coat did not blend in rather well, but with his skill, it was not as obvious as it could be. Fierce olive eyes scanned the path in front of him, shards of blue ice glowing. Usually they were not clear, blurred and blended against his murky green eyes, but here in this forest, they somehow stood out. Giving him the look of an avenging angel, and he liked that immensely.
He paused in his steps, sniffing the air, the smell of prey was strong. Like a bear or something had torn into it and left it half eaten, vultures should be feasting by the carcass now. It was an easy meal for a lone wolf and the northern prince would not throw this chance away, a small part of his brain whispered A prince like yourself, reduced to eating scraps? An utter disgrace! Harrey smirked briefly before adopting a stoic mask again, he was a prince and he was proud, but he knew when the give in. Life was a game of survival after all, and he wanted to be the winner.