Neverwinter Forest i open to the sound

the empty fields upon which she and the boy are living are just that—empty. bereft of anything to sustain them for the long haul. Avicus is tired of searching in scrub brush and within abandoned badger-dens only to come up with nothing.

so she enters the forest, thinking of Ursus as she does so.

the valley was forested, but not so much as this. it's a lush dark green canopy above her, and the air is sweet and heavy. pine needles carpet the ground beneath her paws, and the occasional cone; she kicks one now, watching it skitter ahead, letting the dormant child in her surface before it retreats once more.

her eyes follow its path and then stop, lighting upon the silvery figure up ahead. he's mostly hidden at this distance, showing in spots through the brush, but as she grows closer, so too does he become more solid.

a yearling—or nearly so. like her, like Karst. Avicus gives him a bark of imperious inquiry, tail sweeping upward in accustomed dominance.