Entering the forest was inviting a chill in. Regardless of the time of year, a noticeable drop in temperature welcomed him each visit. This time was no different. He could feel it sinking into him, feel the tiny fingers of ice digging through the layers of his coat. With the chill came darkness. The branches over head wound so tightly together that the snow rarely went much farther than the treetops. The ground below was dotted sparingly with piles of snow where a thinning of the canopy had allowed some to slip through, but for the most part the ground was bare. This effect strengthened the darkness below and insulated it. Silence reined.
All in all it was the perfect place to sulk.
His journey to the forest was on the heels of Rhythm's return. He needed a break and craved the silence this place offered. It was a bit gloomy to be a place of healing, but that may not have been what he was looking for. Valentine didn't know what he wanted, he just wanted. A distraction, a break, something.
And he did not want to go home.
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
