Deepwood Weald but need alone is not enough to set power free

The druid had ventured through the Sentinels until one forest had bled into another. The fire had not destroyed the entirety of his family’s old home. A large portion had indeed been wiped clean by the flame, but even there life had started to return and was flourishing well. Most of the ash had left the seaside wood. As the rogue prowled through the remainder of the Sentinels and into the weald, he noted the change in scent and glanced back over his shoulder to see the stretch of land he’d covered.
 
Pressing on into the weald, Knaven found a peaceful location beneath a tall tree. The sun was all but gone behind the mountain range and night would fall upon them. The earthy beast glanced upward to see if he could make out the stars, but the trees obscured his vision and cast a powerful shade onto the forest floor.