Hareldan was stepping his way through the forest, his footsteps soft and quiet against the grass. His ears twitched against the wind as the wind blew some of his black hair back, he was currently searching for some berries in the cold damp forest, he was carrying a basket which was currently empty. The sun was covered by the dark storm clouds above, a sign that it will rain soon.

Hareldan didn't think there was any danger nearby, he didn't know how to fight so he's basically vulnerable.