Neverwinter Forest And they welcome everyone to stay

idk what im doing but clearly it's too late to stop me now

He trails the figure in the distance intently, spurred by something he can't put a name to; something in his unique spotted appearance, perhaps, or something about the scent trail he leaves. It doesn't matter much. All he's certain of is that he has to know where this guy is going, and there's only one way to find that out. He shivers slightly as a breeze washes over him and walks a little faster, ears perking as he notices the stranger pausing just ahead. Hopeful, he picks up the pace even more, and even starts to call out to the other — until the scent of the border hits him.
He stops, ears flattening immediately as he realizes where he is; right at the edge of a pack. A small one, but a pack nonetheless. His mind conjures an image of the cruel white wolves first with their haunting dark eyes, then of the dark purple-eyed brute. His limbs stiffen as he remembers each encounter, and he takes several steps back, forgetting the stranger he'd been following altogether. He's frozen now, and all he can do is stare into the forest and wonder what form death will take this time as it reaches for him again. Perhaps it will finally truly grasp him this time.