.ɢǟռʏʍɛɖɛ.

Dark shapes lurk in the shadows of the forest at night. The wind whispers through the tall trunks of the trees, murmuring poisonous words into the ears of those that pass through. Any normal wolf would not dare enter the night forest. But Ganymede is not a normal wolf; at least, he would like to think of himself as not being one.

Ganymede is, in his opinion, well equipped to explore the night forest. A thin, worn fabric cloak that was scavenged from a pile of scraps dumped by some humans, a somewhat sturdy backpack gifted to him by Rena and a lamp that glows with a cold, indigo light is sufficient. Corin, his companion, often likes to perch on his back, and on their explorations through the night forest together he is useful as a scout. Corin likes to scavenge shiny things and stores them in Ganymede's backpack for safekeeping. His best finds so far have been a couple of gems; there were a suspiciously high amount of them showing up in February, and a silver locked with intricate engravings on the front.

Despite his packmates' warnings and pleas, he returns over and over to the forest do…something. Nobody apart from himself quite knows what he does in his ventures. Though he claims that he goes foraging, he only ever produces ordinary herbs, the type that would be expected from expeditions in less hostile areas.