Late night in the Fae Forest, fireflies light up nearby surroundings, moths gather around light sources in wherever they may be. The forest is slightly foggy, making it difficult to sense surroundings. however the lamp held by Sam is helping keep the group moving, and after leaving from Valdis 4 mornings before and walking since with minimal rest, the group was tired and waiting for Nicholas, the groups young Pathfinder to bring them into a decent spot to rest for this night.
"How much longer is this going to take? my arm is giving out man, hurry up!" Sam whines at Nicholas
"just a little bit longer to go, the map you bought says there should be an open area ahead, promise."
" you better be right Nick, I have been dying to eat all day." Says william, the groups healer, a dark skinned gentleman.
"you're always hungry you Moron" Snarles the Leader, Clark, the prince charming type.
After an hour of back and forth bickering between the 2, sam quiets the group as they come across an opening in the woods. With a signal from their leader in front of them, the group crouches behind a near fallen tree, spying at the sight infront of them. In the clearing of the forest lays the corpse of a wolf being devoured by an adolescent boy with long matted hair on his head, a dirty grey wolf coat on his back, and sharp nails on his hands. Mouth covered in crimson blood dribbling down from his chin and onto the cold dirt below him, his hands drenched in blood after tearing at the ribcage of the wolf, looking to have a taste of the organs inside. Breaking the bones and gourging himself on the heart of the wolf, the boy becomes satisfied with his meal. raising himself from the mess under him, the boy brought his face up, looking into his surroundings; wary. After not seeing anything around, the boy ran in the opposite direction of our band of adventurers, deeper into the foggy woods.
The group all had their own reactions after witnessing the scene in front of them, Lilith, the Groups mage, was sweating horribly. Nicholas, squeemish as he is, vomited onto the ground beneath him. William was silently praying into his chest. Clark, disgusted with the state of the gnarled corpse of the wolf. Sam, taking a note of the direction the boy dashed away to.
after a few seconds of collecting themselves, the group got out from their hiding position and moved into the clearance, removing the body of the wolf, and setting up a temporary camp; for now.