Fishblight Mire suck it up

He let his eyes slip close as he settle more completely on the log. The autumn air was comfortable. The wood beneath him was cozy enough. At all other times, this would be as good a spot as any if he were a lone wolf wandering, but that was not the case. Echelon was stuck in the mud, both mentally and physically it seemed. He was looking on, watching and waiting to see if this exercise would prove to be fruitful or another failed attempt.

He heard her struggle. Ear twitched atop his head as he peeled one lid back to watch her. Would she be successful in this? Would her physical fight help break those mental was and put the fire back in her? He couldn't say. Maybe this would just lead her to brood more. Either way he was trying, but the rest was up to her. He waited.