Haunted Wood what is, is what must be

@Skaro <3

The time that he had spent within the walls of the valley had been beneficial to him; Tadec was grateful that he had been able to grow closer with Indra and her family. He could not help but to be pleased with himself for having grown so much in his short while there. Despite his personal prosperity, the nimble halfling had discovered an aching feeling that had drawn him outside of the pack borders and into the open world. He had ventured across the stretching mountains and wandered deep into the meadows on the other side. It was not until he had neared the steppes that he caught sight of the stretching woodland landscape before him. The elusive moonlighter was mesmerized at the very sight. His lengthy limbs carried him toward the edge of the forest and he peered into the depths of it with a reverence he had never exhibited before.
 
Breathing deeply, the thief began to move through it. The terrain was vast and wild; trees rose up from the earth in a great call to the heavens and cast handsome shadows across the ground. Small prey scurried beneath his feet, but Tadec was not there to hunt. Each step was wrought with a wariness; surely, the wild wood would have been claimed. As he stretched himself out from one end of the forest to the next, he found the faded scent of marked borders at the caldera beside it. It seemed the edges of the neighboring land had not been marked in some time, though. Hope flooded the crow as he turned back to scour the weald, flooding with intention. It was everything he had searched for in a home and it was stretched before him. Rearing his head back, the coywolf yipped excitedly and made his way back into the depths of the woodland.