Blackfoot Forest Re-entrance

Sorin had not intended to leave the wilds, and had done so without truly realizing it. His wanderings had taken him some miles east of teekon before he had circled back. Now, he stood upon the edge of a forest, one he had not ventured into before leaving. But he knew, somehow, that he was back in teekon. He grinned wryly, wondering why his paws had turned back towards these lands, but deciding to trust them nonetheless. He had little else to trust in.

He delved into the bare forest, the trees having lost many of their leaves from the cold winter. For Sorin, this was a slight annoyance; there were not many shadows for him to weave between unnoticed. But he still did his best to cling to what darkness remained, intent upon venturing north. If memory served, there was a meadow to the north that might have good prey opportunities. It would certainly be better than this fox filled wood.