In the Great Woods
You find yourself in the deep, vibrant forest that makes up the Great Woods of Narnia. All around you, trees and vines and bushes grow in great abundance, their leafy branches serving to block out a good deal of the sunlight that would trickle down from above. There are very few clear paths here upon which to walk, but at least you sense no real danger from the trees here. They seem to regard you with a detached curiosity, allowing you to pass by without impediment.
Lanisen makes his way slowly through the woods with his horse and hound, on foot despite the horse. He’s leaning heavily on its neck, walking with an odd lopsided limp, and his face is pale and beaded out with sweat.
Caileana weaves through the trees on quiet paws, lifting her head to scent the air just before she notices Lanisen and his creatures.