Wasn't much he could do with him here, be pointless with how things worked; there was also that inner war with what he felt and that damned thing that came with the essence wanting something else. His grip on the fabric flexed every now and again as he walked, trekking through the forest in silence and keeping away from well-worn paths.

Some complication he didn't need here, and it did make for a very silent and long trek through the darker parts of the forest again. The sounds of creatures moving out of sight,a bit of distant bird song-

"A witch that can turn in to various birds."