The winds of Aegaryn stirred as Ash dashed across a luscious grass field, leaving a swirling trail of shadows.
He landed softly atop a moss-covered ridge, the towering trees of Lushwood Expanse looming above like ancient sentinels. Mist clung to the underbrush, and the scent of damp earth filled his nostrils.
This was a place of danger-untamed, wild- but it welcomed him like an old friend.
His paws padded forward, slow and measured. The energy in the air here was different- thicker, more primal. It whispered in languages he couldn't speak but instinctively understood.
Ash continued running.
Lushwood Expanse opened before him like a dream carved in shadow. Each step tore across the soft loam, every breath burned with the weight of unfinished battles. Branches whipped past. Roots threatened his footing but he just kept running. His mind was moving way too fast for him.
