Swiftcurrent Creek And the people bowed and prayed

Blue eyes in shadoqed face all that could be seen in the early morning fog. Dew dripped feet made no sound as he whisper walked across the grass and the soil. Ears canting in each direction as he relied on his ears and nose to get him through this soupy fog. He wasn't a fan.

He finally stopped to get his bearings. Taking a deep breath and another of the crisp air. And then stole a quiet moment of peace.