Re: The Hundred Acres Wood
Shirok and Neya were silent and watchful as they passed through the forest; the age and the anger of these woods were undeniable, the darkness and silence a reminder that only the strong and foreboding trees chose to live in this place. Magical or natural, this forest would have little pity for those it chose to remove from itself. And he couldn't shake the feeling that it would only be a matter of time before it tried.
As for the wolf, she was more worried about the way she couldn't smell anything except trees, couldn't hear any flyers or see signs of burrowers. The lack of anything partly just mad her hungry, but mostly it confused her. There should be something, and the nothing just wasn't right.
Neither of them had completely dropped their guard by the time they made camp, but Neya was beginning to relax a little. She was getting used to the absence of anything. She even wagged her tail a few times as the little one played his music, perking her ears up to listen to it more closely. Shirok however remained silent, until Porto had finished. "A song with more truth in it then one would think, especially in a place like this," he said quietly. "Any place where the animals choose not to live should have its dangers treated with respect and caution."