Neverwinter Forest and the fire will consume us

anyone's welcome to snag this if they're eyeing it. :)

Pasha had not even arrived at the edge of the Wilds before the world rendered itself towards devastation. Whatever had happened was beyond him, whether the winter had been long or something had ravaged the terrain, but the growth of new foliage was painfully evident. It had fueled him forward onto less familiar grounds where he was left to wander for what seemed eons. He did so until the rise of the mountains that shadowed the territory his father claimed came into view, the picturesque snowcap of the towering peak a snapshot he recalled at his departure.

From there, the path was steady and without stop; he trekked through the long night and the early rise of the day, hitting the borders in the midst of a heavy fog that wrapped tightly through the outskirts of evergreens. Pasha drew in the scent of the pine, ascertaining what he needed to know—his father was there. There were other recognizable scents in that breath as well, but there had only been one he sought to find. He did not hesitate a moment longer once that affirmation existed; his head raised to the canopies above and called for @Scimitar.

murder by death, "the big sleep"