The new trod - or newly modified trod, smells like fresh paint, but also of fresh lumber, newly cut wood, still alive and flowing with sap, it tingles with energy on the Silverwolf end, as though the Balefire there is still trying it on, like a new pair of shoes to be worn in.
In the woods, a pair of tall, slender trees lean and form an archway together, their branches intermingling until it's hard to tell where one ends and one begins. Even in the winter, dormant and asleep, they gleam with glamour and life.