Twisted Slough enshrined in crematoria

ill PP tachyon in the next round; @Constantine & @Renoir, feel free to reply <3

the quartet was silent, wary -- lasher's glance traveled between the other three. he too had lost the elk-scent, but did not wish to speak this aloud, afraid it would crush the barely rallied spirits of his companions. presently he came to the foot of a clearing; here he searched for scent, for movement.

"there is water nearby. prey oftentimes comes to drink. let us go," he intoned, lengthening his stride into a slow trot that carried him in the direction of the stream he could hear, but not see.