Witch's Marsh Born With the Fate of Dying For Someone

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The journey into the marsh was proving to have not been one of the boy's brightest ideas. The ground was strange and the weeds that grew up throughout it quite bothersome. Still, despite coming to view it as a bad idea, he didn't turn back around and leave. He wanted to continue to learn about the place, as well as what might lie on the other side of it. For future journeys, he wished to know if it would be able to be used as a shortcut, or if he would need to make sure to avoid it. If he just so happened to get a bit messy while doing so, well, he would chalk it up to being the price of knowledge. Thoughts like that helped keep his mind on track, and also allowed him to work on committing the path he was taking through the place to memory—as was a normal thing for the Greek. It seemed, however, that he would not be given the opportunity to finish his trip up quickly, as was made clear when a voice sounded behind him.

With the wind working against him, and his mind momentarily preoccupied, Alastor had possessed no possible way of knowing that another wolf was approaching him. The voice, a simple 'boo', had actually been enough to startle him. So much, even, that he whirled right around with his ears pulled back, ignoring the fact that he had moved into a less solid portion of the earth, in order to face the owner of the voice. He was met with something he'd never expected to see, which brought his ears back up almost instantly. The other male's coat was as dark as the night's sky, but his eyes as pale as a fresh blanket of snow. It was an interesting sight to him, having never seen such a combination, or white eyes in general. The yearling blinked after a moment of staring, then moved his gaze to focus on another portion of the darker wolf's face. “It is not very kind to go around trying to frighten strangers,” Alastor stated, completely forgetting the possibilities that could come from meeting a stranger. For all he knew, the other could be a dangerous killer, and then there he was, practically reprimanding him calmly.