Ezra and Diane stepped into the much denser forest without hesitation.
Fog flowed between the trees, moving slowly across the ground and curling around their legs as they advanced. The farther they went, the thicker it became, making the surrounding forest harder to see.
Just as their research had described the habitat, the area really felt like a place where a ghost lived.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere.
The trees stood close together, their thick leaves forming a large canopy above them. Snow continued falling through the gaps between the branches, covering the ground in a thin layer of white.
The amount of snow was also much greater here.
The territory of the Whitecrest Eagles had been covered in snow as well, but this place was completely different.
It was close to a blizzard.
The falling snow was heavy enough that Ezra could barely keep his eyes open without protection.
It reminded him of his time in Myrwick when he had been searching for Rogers.
