Pitch Pine Trail if this is to end in fire, we shall burn together

Dark brown ears pushed back against his head as Niyol recalled something his brother had said earlier. This place certainly was strange. The pair had been successful in finding their way out of the disorientating quaking aspens, but now as the large brown and silver male looked around he was faced with a scene entirely more unnerving. The aspen trees had been replaced by sickly looking pines. Huddled tightly together, it was almost impossible to move forwards without brushing up against the the brittle bark of their trunks or snapping the delicate ends of their branches clean off. The place reeked of death and decay, and Niyol was sure it would do him and his brother no good to wander the forest for long.

Flinching slightly at the sudden snap of a branch as he pushed past another pine tree, Niyol paused to glance around him, making sure that @Kanti was not slinking around close by to have possibly witnessed it.

(This post was last modified: Mar 21, 2018, 07:25 PM by Niyol.)

what are you doin’ to my head?

Attica Grace Archer

Attica was sticking close to the mountain, well, sorta close... okay, not really at all close to the mountain. There was too much scary stuff going on up there and as the month progressed, her stink increased as did the itching under her skin. She hadn't expected it to be this bad and the thought of it getting any worse kinda had her sympathising with the snappiness of other women. But she wasn't in a position to take it out on others, she wasn't even sure she could, so she did the only thing that made sense to her.

She ran and she hid, down in the marshy fen with it's creepy dead trees and slushy pools. She was soaked almost to her chest by now but her paws had long since gone numb. The problem was the ice was thinning and with a new coating of snow she couldn't tell where the concealed boggy pools might lay. There was a splash as she stumbled into another, "Damnit!" Leaving her silver lips as she began to wonder if maybe it she'd be better off being snapped at if it meant she could at least be dry.