Fishblight Mire Turning away from the Abyss

Qamar didn't know if she was glad or not to hear that Orkan was sticking around. On the one hand, it would be good to bring him back to the Lair as a recruit. But on the other. . .times were tough. She wouldn't ask any wolf to stick it out here while the prey was still scarce. Nevertheless, if he planned to stay, she might as well show him around.

"Do you know how to fish?" she asked him. "There's a lake to the north of here that I'd like to scope out. It looked much nicer than this. . .place." Qamar sniffed distastefully as she lifted a paw and shook it gingerly, grimacing as smelly flecks of mud scattered into the bog below.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at Orkan with a smile. "I'll tell you all about my pack when we're there. All you have to do is follow me." Her tail flicked at that, and she began to trot slowly off, ears pricked for following footfalls behind her.

 

You can post one more time and then fade & archive; I'll start a thread at the lake sometime tomorrow!