spyrofuckingcynder

The stars twinkled like tiny gems on a black canvas over the green pastures of the English countryside. Massive green expanses of forest and grassland were broken up by the occasional hill. A small clump of trees stood at the peak of one such rolling giant. To most, this was just another hill. For one band of travellers, it was a safe haven for the night. Each of the animals of Farthing Wood lay at peace. While the smaller ones dreamed of days to come, of safety and peace at White Deer Park, Adder dreamed of tasting the locals. Badger's dreams were of his younger days in Farthing Wood, surrounded by friends and family who had long since pass