Deepwood Weald so blissful i press on

He absorbed the question, pursing his lips slightly as he thought on it. He wasn't all that familiar with these woods, but he'd been here once or twice, when he'd first lived on Silvertip. "Most of the forest is too thick for large game, but it thins out at the edges," Phocion said quietly, nodding toward the direction he'd came. "Deer like to take shelter there."

The white priest shrugged. "I'm a fair tracker, but I think my speed will be best utilized here," he replied, cursing that they found themselves deep in the woods, rather than on the open plains, where he could really stretch out. "But let's head toward the edge of the woods, and see what we can find." Phocion's eyes met the other's in a question--will you come?