Surrounding the meadows of the herd's land is a forest said to be as old as time itself. The many different trees, some broadleaf and some conifers, are very large and their canopy stretches far across the territory. The stags will tend to stay away while their antlers are still standing proudly 'top their head, as to not get them tangled in the branches above. The cries of the wild wolf are faint and for the most part the land is safe. The forest floor is mossy without very many bushes, but there are a few clumps of ferns and thickets here and there
