Xander
Xander continued to creep through the trees, as not to cause any sudden movements that might give away his position. His goal was to be stealthy, quiet, and controlled.
Looking to his right, he saw the dirt path in which he had to follow to get home; As the sun seemed to burn brighter as it rose into the sky, Xander could feel it's pulsating rays bouncing off the dead roots of the trees.
Keeping a watchful eye out in front of him, he hauled back towards his cave and there he sat, curled up inside, attempting to listen for unfamiliar sounds.
Surely Lena would be here soon, time seemed to pass differently between their two realms... Sometimes there would be days without seeing her, other times it would be weeks... The separation from his friend made him unsettled.
Xander closed his eyes, his heavy breathing began to cease slowly. Sleep was never easy for the Wolf, he always found himself restlessly tossing and turning during the night, and waking to the sunrise. The negative energies through the forest made him on edge. The trees had been speaking in hushed rustles, worry shaking the dead leaves right off their frail branches...
Sitting up in his cave after ten minutes of being restless, he removed the blanket from around his body and crawled out slowly. His eyes fixated on the land in front of him. The division of the land was becoming more and more noticeable as the minutes ticked by in Xander's head. What used to be lush, green forestry, was now a dull brown; everything was limp, dried up. Other parts of the woods though were teeming with life, feeding off the intoxicated vibrations that had now tainted Underworld...
Xander growled, spitting on the ground as he rested down upon a rock, in hope to get some peace of mind.