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Marbas

He'd never been in a place so dark, had never spent so long under shadow. Warsaw had been a vast and open place, aglow with the light of the sea and unhidden by trees or mountains. The shores in these wilds were much the same, and as in Warsaw, he'd never found any reason to stray.

But that was... that was before. He could never go back to the ocean, now.

So he struggled through the woods, the wound on his neck cracking and bleeding and clotting in a seemingly endless cycle as he pushed himself to his limits, wandering without purpose, and sometimes, crossing his own scent. How did the inland wolves navigate these hidden terrains? How would he ever learn? Could he?

Maybe not; maybe he should just lay down and give into the fever. Let the waves of dizziness and pain that have been lapping at his heels these many miles finally overwhelm him. It was as much as he deserved - for what he'd done to sweet, innocent Siren, and for everything else.

Almost as soon as he began to consider the option, he came upon the borders of yet another wolf pack. His paws dragged as he approached, and his eyes were dull as they swept over the expanse of ever-extending forest that looked much the same as the rest that he'd been through. They were nothing like he'd seen before, almost alien in their scents and appearance. The way the trees seeemd to knit together a sky of their own sent tiny - but incredibly painful - tremors down his back, and he couldn't help but wonder at their otherworldiness.

The sea had been a jealous god, but he'd turned himself away from her. Marbas supposed he'd have to get used to worshiping the spirit of the woods, now.

Without trepidation - for he had nothing left to lose - Marbas lifted his head as much as his wound would allow and gave a low, tenuous howl. Please, it said, I am at your mercy.

AW, but @Scimitar or @Goldhawk *crosses fingers*