Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

For all it was comprised of, the forest seemed almost void of life. At least life of the canine variety for the time being, barring the obvious presence he made there. There may have been a few tracks here and there in the mud but the paths he wove were far from well trodden; it was easy here, to sink and blend in and beneath the sheer volume of woodland, to disappear.

However, it was just as easy for those to emerge.

He became aware of her at some point, first in the form of scattering brush. These sounds were not out of the ordinary for Dirge who knew them both to be friendly and warning at the same time. No, it was the flicker of darkness between and otherwise drab palette that clamped his attention down. He thought it Hydra then, having followed him and today desiring to be more pit viper lying in wait. He ignored the apparition of her, and then she came closer.

That darkness he perceived on his peripheral was not Hydra at all, but rather another. A glimmer of seal brown rather than a cobalt and though an inky smudge to a picturesque early spring, he soon found himself peering into the woods to find her ghastly visage. How he had never quite noticed the punch of white was beyond him, but it did not halt his steps all the same.

She had walked this length with him long enough, and he suspected she'd continue.

"Hello there," he offered, words rolling nonchalant, "do you often make it a habit to follow complete strangers? I hear some don't take kindly to their fans." As it were, he had shed his usual entourage.