Alaka'i walked briskly through the forest, the evening's chill starting to set into the ground. He knew that soon he should think about looking for shelter, but for tonight he choose to ignore his common sense. Tonight he wished to look upon the stars, to stare the moon in the face as he soared through the skies. The first stars wouldn't shine for some hours yet, which gave him ample time to find a nice spot.
The waning light cut through the canopy overhead, casting dark shadows along the undergrowth. The forest was unfamiliar to the stallion, and the thick branches of the trees prevented him from being able to fly. For tonight he was stuck walking, searching for any sort of clearing or even for the forest border so he could take off. His familiar, Zakur, had gone ahead to scout out for him, with the promise to return to let him know if he found any likely spots. The hawk's wings were smaller, and could just about navigate below the canopy level.
The stallion strode onwards, claws grasping into the ground with every step. His would have been an awkward gait for a youngster, half-grabbing with talons and half-balancing with hooves, but over the years he had become adept at the motion, allowing him to walk with an odd sense of grace to his ambling stride. His tail dragged behind him, trailing through the dense plants underfoot.
