Lithe dark paws would carry the brute through the ivory vines that hung from bleached trees. Fire and ice eyes would take in the scenery with interest as his silent form continued through the wood. He would walk, but couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching him, more specifically his mother. He'd left her body behind, after mourning the loss of the amazing woman he'd set off to find his own way in the world. She'd taught him everything he knows, Frith had few fears in the world after studying under such a teacher. Kynareth had been old when she birthed him, and so as a last ditch effort to keep her knowledge alive she had bore Frith.
This place would capture his imagination as he drew further into the deepening woods. Slowly, and oh so quietly he would observe the landscape and its subtle changes. He felt as though there was not another living soul around as a light mist would roll into the darkened wood. The moon's frail light would play upon the whitened structures that surrounded him, the same rays lighting the dark fur of his back. Brilliant gaze would fall upon the shrine then, unable to ignore the glowing water beneath the surface. He would approach carefully, but curiously as in his studies he'd never encountered a sight such as glowing water.
"Speech"
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