The forest around him was quite gloomy an it had an edge of...creepiness to it that Florence did not like but he thought it might still hold some useful herbs for the winter. Glancing around as the fog tickled at his legs, he shivered at the shadows of the trees and the ghostly sunlight that managed to barely filter through. As soon as he had the herbs, the large male was leaving. It set his nerves on edge and even with the thought of herbs to help his pack, he just wanted to leave. But his determination kept him going and his eyes sharp.
I should have let Vera come with me. He thought dryly, remembering how his mate wanted to come along but he told her to stay behind. Not because for lack of company but because Florence still feared running into the strange woman from the creek and he did not want Vera meeting her.
Sighing, Florence jumped when a rustle sounding drew his attention to the left of him but it was just a bird shooting away, into the sky. And obviously away from this creepy place. The healer did not lay any blame the small bird. This place smelt of death and decay, something that would put most animals off it. But at the same time, he mused, it could be a safe haven for some. He knew it send tingles up his spine with every shadow leaning over him, for every creak of a branch...