Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

the morning is misty when rusalka rises from bed with a kiss to @Solveig's cheek and a soft murmur to the shell of her ear that he was going to take a small trip to neverwinter forest to check on the herds.

though it was aching in a way that feels palpable to part from her, even for half a day, he keeps to his word and slips out of raventhorpe's borders; following the woodsy, musk of the deer.

it's easy enough to follow their trail, shrugging into neverwinter forest. the scent of a pack to the east catches his attention and causes the fur at his nape to bristle; but for now he ignores it. he was better suited to making nice with new neighbors when he wasn't easily riled; and right now testosterone was playing havoc with his logical thinking skills.

he keeps to the western side of the forest, following a branch off in the herd's scent; steps steady but at ease. he did not pursue to hunt today, only to observe.