The Ancient Forest

With the exception of a few clearings and glades, this land is kept in a perpetual dusk (unless it’s night) by the thick canopy. Oak, elder, pine, hawthorn and many more; over the years this forest has become an endless tangle of trees. It’s prime hunting country for those of wolf kind, and shelter as well as food for equines. The age of the forest gives it an aura of power and peace. Just pause to listen for a moment and the sound of trees creaking and animals scurrying will become obvious.
Ironic that the architect of demise would chose somewhere so full of life to spread it’s influence… or maybe not. This age-old wood is in desperate need of pruning. In some places it is so overgrown that plants are viciously competing for space, a slow motion battle. In others, the canopy is so thick that nothing can grow below. Eventually, when they meet their fatality, as all things must, there will be only a barren patch where new trees should be.

Horses
Lead Stallion:
Lead Mare:
Wolves
Alpha Male:
Alpha Female: