The Unattended Borders
Forest of the Quiet

Because Tak is only one wolf, he is incapable of seeing to all of his territory. The farthest from his outcrop of closely guarded areas, and the most frequented by loners, is this place…a forest so silent, that the clichéd song of a cricket doesn’t play here. That’s not to say there isn’t prey, but an untimely silence has fallen over them; as if there are spirits keeping watch.

Which is why Tak has given the forest a rather obvious name, Forest of the Quiet. It’s a very, very, strange place, and often seems to get colder without warning or wind.

Tak, doesn’t want much to do with this place… though he still declares it as his own, he leaves the edge to the nomads and wanderers. Not that they’re going to find anything in the wood.

Though it is quiet, it is still beautiful. In the peek of summer, when the trees are fully bloomed, the forest appears all too welcoming. Wondrous colors fall over the woodland, when the sun flickers through the branches… Maples, oaks, willows… ash, beech, and cherry…

Now, if only there were sound.