Neverwinter Forest we are free

 

Through the darkness he strode, the heavily pine forest tugging at him by its branches, beckoning the red warrior to stay. He pushed through, the rains this night for the time being but a pitter patter overhead as the drops landed on the many leaves of the many trees. The scent of pine prominent on him, traces of the sea melting in the background. 

Out and into the open fields to the north, the greek man takes a deep breath and sighs. The misted air is pleasant to him despite the waterlogged landscape. Aiolos takes perch on a higher portion of rolling hill at the outskirts of his ally's home. He raises his creamy muzzle, singing out to Ruo in hopes, maybe, she may join him tonight.