Whisper Marsh Everyone knows that a rain cloud never eats honey

Triell, a scent draws your snout into a hollow log, but you end up crunching some wasps' sleeping quarters.

For a lot of good reasons Triell had avoided the Marsh for all his life. He liked water, but just because the marsh consisted of it it didn't mean it was great. It was not the same as the lagoon or the river. It was just moist dirt and grass popping up in the middle of the place. It would seem he had chosen a good time of year to scout it out. It was drier than it would have been in spring, and as long as he double checked where the land dipped, he kept his toes dry. A small accomplishment, but one none the less. Now to actually find that silly rabbit.

It was the reason he had even came this way. It had shot through the yellow grass, zigging and zagging further away from him. It might seem a waste of his energy and effort. But, right now, hunting that rabbit kept it him form thinking about every little detail of his life. He was determined he would be taking it back to the Draw, a sign of better things.

Especially since its path veered into a fallen tree. One that had spent a long been decomposing, far more earth than tree.  Here it had to be trapped, the foolish thing. He bent down, getting a closer look. Crunch! He felt something smash against his snout. The sensation sent him backwards, and naturally he gave a snort, curt shake of his head. Instead of relief he felt the tiniest legs clinging to his snout. Eyes bulged, locking on the black and yellow before them.

(This post was last modified: Oct 24, 2017, 05:34 AM by Triell.)

are you with me through it all?

The man was taking some time for himself now that their member numbers were back up. A cough was starting to develop in his chest and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the pack started to notice. Nico needed to go to Ravenna soon, she would know what is best in this case. The dark Archer would not travel too far, he did not want his cold to worsen. Black muddied paws trotted through the marshes, as yellow bright orbs took in the area around him. While it was certainly a nice area, he would definitely not want to live there. Comotion up ahead caused Nicolo to cause. Eyebrows creased together in concern as he took in the scene of a man thrashing his head from side to side. Lips parted to call out to him, when the other dark man suddenly froze. Swallowing, Nicolo took a few tentative steps forward, "Excuse me, sir? Is everything alright? From his position so far away, the Archer could only see so much, and that did not include the wasps nor their nest.

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