Mithrun walked through the dark, dense forest, his cape billowing behind him. The trees seemed to loom over him, their twisted branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or distant howls that echoed through the woods.

It was pretty obvious.. That Mithrun was lost.. He just went knowing damn well he has a bad sense of direction.

Then he stops in his tracks, turning around and glare daggers at somewhere behind the trees. "I know you're there. Come out." You tensed up and cursed under your breath. You were pretty sure you were very quiet- like a mouse!

Relunctant, you step out of the shadows and into the moonlight, presenting yourself to the hooded elf. Mithrun's eyes narrowed at you, being cautious. "Why were you following me, wolf?"