Haunted Wood When will they learn this lonliness

Long black limbs slid through the pristine white of the snow and ice. Green eyes, a time from spring past looked out and about. Around his neck he carried the herbs in the pelt. They were getting lighter and lighter, he would have to find a place soon enough to settle at least to start building up his stores again. It was only right. he was liking these teekon woods, he may make a permanent stay of it. 

Fog clung to his fur and made it damp an heavy. Oak trees reached up and down and over. Their gnarled hands digging at his fur and his psyche if he moved to close to them. He followed their pointed fingers to deep beneath the long tendrils of hair, eyes searching for the water that fed the willow trees. Finally he found the river and settled neath a birch tree, eyes dipping through the grass and plants that made up the area. It was gorgeous and he would need to remind himself to come here come spring. The life he could pull from these herbs, it was astronomical.