Blackfeather Woods pollen and politics will be the death of me

@Titmouse

Sang had spent the few days since his initiation attempting to grasp an idea on how and where exactly Blackfeather's claim lied. Once he felt comfortable along the outer stretches of the woodland, he moved inward, prepared to explore the inner reaches of the forest and all it had to offer him. He hadn't discovered much so far, save for a ravine, and by the time he finally got around to mapping out a worth while area, night had set upon the wilds. 

He would have kept exploring however the mere lack of light kept him from doing so. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the dusky, unlit weald and while enough sunlight crept through during the day to aid him in his exploration, nightfall was a whole different story. So without an further push to keep him going, the crimson brushed man fell to his haunches and let out an airy huff, unsure of how to occupy his time now.