This forest seems to always have a musty blanket of fog plastered over it, making the terria damp and chilled. Most foliage is dead and ancient, hanging bitterly across the paths. Sun light scarcely peeks through the tree cannopy, usually only during the morning or afternoon. The only prey to be found here is carrion and the rare deer passing or thrown a skew. As for a water source... A single pitiful creek trickles throughout the forest here and there, although surprisingly clear and dorment of debree and other things a problem for ones health.
