Deepwood Weald ships on vigor

i am so sorry for the wait on this @Lótë!

the morning is overcast as he slips out of the borders of his bay, establishing more day by day, to venture into the neutral weald nearby. he does not expect to come across recruits but he makes mental note of the nearby herd movements with the knowledge that no one but the norns knew how the golden threads of their tapestry were woven.

for instance, kjalarr had not thought he would return here. not after so long.

but it is a good place to live the golden years of his life and to die, when that time came for him.

cerulean eye sweeps the playing shadows; left, scarred and milky eye unable to see much but vague shadows. it is much easier now than it had been years ago when the incident had happened. it had taken time for his right eye to learn to overcompensate for not having both eyes but now it is almost as if he had never known anything different.

the northman weaves thru the tangled, gnarled branches of the weald all the same; ears alert ( and more mindful of potential scents than he was prior ).