Deepwood Weald bite my tongue

He had navigated through the land perfectly fine thus far (which had admittedly surprised him). It was only a matter of time before his luck would run out.

This weald was a pain in the ass. It was dark, everything looked the same, there was seemingly no end in sight. Orochi would get increasingly infuriated with every passing moment. The sound of him crushing foliage between teeth echoed through the woods.

His ears perked up when he heard the call. They sounded close enough, so he headed in their direction. When Orochi spotted him, he chuffed to make his presence known.