we go north

The jagged rocks beneath blanketed snow was much like traipsing through the ocean banks -- every so often, one was extremely sharp and pressed to his paws in a painful manner. Burs clung to his pelt as he waded through, and by the end of it, as they escaped the tangled mess, Scimitar released a gentle chuff, his eyes drifting to Bazi to see how she had fared. He was still bruised from his battle with Bane, and despite the strides he had made physically in healing, the trip through the scattered rocks and dips had certainly tired him.

But before them now was a forest -- scattered with alpine before giving way to a magnificent mountain side. It twisted his heart with want -- a desire so strong that he knew this was the replacement for Neverwinter Forest.. the unobtainable. Shifting himself, the cinnamon wolf drifted closer to Bazi, his muzzle touching her shoulder as she stared forward in wonder. He did not need to ask if she too found it breathtaking -- but it remained unexplored as of yet. "Imagine the boys playing in that forest," he murmured, a soft sigh releasing from him then.