Haunted Wood let's forget about the party.

perhaps another merc trade thread but doesn't have to be.

He had rolled out from the roots of a tree in the early morning fog. At one point or another he had departed from @Vanity's side in search of solitude. The roots had comforted him through part of the night, bathed him in the scent of the earth — of the Nightwalkers.

The former seawolf awoke with a familiar sensation. That tension in his muscles hadn't subsided even after his spar with the wounded woman. He had half a mind to go search out again, see if she was willing for another spar or if her neck was doing better.

There was another part of him that desired to go outside of the woods to find someone he didn't know — didn't have to care about. Undecided though, he lingered on the borders with an undeniable tension rippling underneath his skin.