Liminal Space

As was his habit, Wendigo had gotten distracted and lost track of time, and himself, and now resurfaced without even a thought to how long it had been since he'd been active in implementing his plots and plans. A nastily insidious habit that was going to prevent him from reaching his goals if he didn't take care to change his ways and focus more, as he reminded himself now as he stretched and yawned - he'd been traveling for a long time already that day, the sun was already down and he was hot and tired - before continuing on through the bleached-pale trees and their weird bone-like vine adornments.

The land around him might have been hushed and reverent, like there was a great brooding predator looming over it to frighten the inhabitants into silence, but Wendigo rejected that inclination others might have to be intimidated or respectful of the strange forest and trotted through it as jauntily as the sunniest meadow full of playful butterflies. He wasn't unaware - he just didn't give a fuck. He cared far more about following the scent of water to the spring bubbling up and dropping his equipment, so he could stick his whole heavy head into the glowing waters to cool himself down and drink deeply.

It felt good enough to have the cold liquid trickling over his brown and along his jaw when he lifted his head out that the big Saxe didn't hesitate to plunge in fully and paddle around the deep pool. He liked the way the bioluminescence swirled and clung to his dark purple pelt and brought color to the silver markings. It was almost spooky in the darkness, and it gave him the spark of an idea that made him eye his painted elk mask with a faint smile. How neat would it be to have the whole of a band of raiders done up just like this, with spooky glow in the darkness? Wendigo, who unsurprisingly had a distinct flair for the dramatic, found it quite a pleasing picture.

Finally the big male dragged himself back up onto the shore to shake faintly-glowing water everywhere and flop down next to his equipment to rest and dry out. His mismatched eyes half-closed drowsily, watching the swirling pool without a care.