Twisted Slough enshrined in crematoria

Heeere. :c I promise to be better.

The invitation to seek out prey had been offered, and the youthful man was only too eager to prove to his father of his worth. Hesitant to leave behind Eilidh, Deirdre and Emaleth, Constantine had ushered a quick goodbye to them, not fussing over them as if it was a huge deal he would be gone for a few days.
 
Quiet in his travels, the ebony wolf strode closer to the side of his father, though did not ignore his other companions, despite his unfamiliarity with them. The days were solemn as the scent they tracked remained faded, and with a worried glance, Constantine’s eyes took in the sights of devastation as they continued along.
 
He was unfamiliar with the Hinterlands, and the wariness that coursed through him stemmed further from malnourishment – his very soul was on edge with the need to help his family survive.