Deepwood Weald bite my tongue

@Orochi

he'd run headfirst into the thicket of dead shrubbery, the first signs of spring slowly revealing themselves in the snowmelt and half dead ferns that littered the ground. usually he was good with his sense of direction, but here everything looked the same and smelt the same and before he knew it he was lost within a maze of underbrush.

his nose was no more useful to him than his eyes were, and so he decided the next best option was to see if anyone else was in the area. and so, after sucking in a breath, he tipped his head skyward and called for the attention of anyone who might spare a minute of their time for a lost fool like him.