After gathering his bearings again once he exited the portal, Rían took a deep breath while waiting for his brain to stop spinning in circles. Even then, his eyes grew large as he took in the towering, verdant forest around him with trees appearing tall enough to touch the sky. Green painted everything, down to the rocks that paraded in a mossy fuzz. Looking upward, he noted some patches of blue beyond the lofty boughs, letting the sun peek through in delicate, buttery beams. This place was perfectly cocooned within nature; perfect for a den of wolves.
After Isak and Chaz bled from the gateway and flanked him, Rían hugged Rory closer to his side—his arm bracing over his shoulders-- before they started following the others toward a large cave opening that’s bowing mouth dripped in leafy v
