Kaiju

A slight figure hobbled across the uneven hillside, occasionally pausing to crouch beside a tree to pluck berries off the vines. One by one, she dropped them into her cloak, which hung like a bag in her arm. With the rest of her company asleep in camp further downhill, the peace of Evendim's woodland was a welcome rest.  Yet over the sound of birds and the soft breeze of the wind, the wounded howl of a wolf is heard. 

Merys paused, straightening up to look around. The deer nearby did not move, so she returned to her picking.

Rai'thulu woke, as if he had never slept, it was cold, So so cold, he stood upon a rock, he looked down to see his hand less worn, his banded hair hung down still a Golding blonde, no grey in sight...