it was a dark and chilly night - little stars painting the black sky as a light breeze passed through the trees.
borra was aimlessly wandering through the forest, his wings tucked against his back. he however kept a keen gaze out for any sort of threat that might be wandering through at the same time as him.
he had left the den that the dark fae lived in only because he had a meeting set with maleficent that he needed to attend and now was just wandering through the moor forest.