Neverwinter Forest Balenciaga

imrathil hadn't seen the dark shadow that seized tuya's interest, but he certainly had heard the cacophony that ensued. jolting awake, he was immediately aware of crashing and the crunch of snow nearby -- as far as what it was nearby, he could not tell.

he rose abruptly, his limbs stiff from being rather crudely awoken. carefully, imrathil made his way towards the sound and was relieved to see the form was canine rather than what his heart had feared -- the soft pit pit pit pit of his heart gradually subsiding as the form became recognizable as wolf rather than bear.

"who is out there?" he called, feeling rather absurd to be talking to shadows -- but the darkness and the distance rendered tuya's form so that he could not recognize her beyond a silhouette, and the wind played no favors tonight.