Felltree Marsh and it drifts over

He travelled further inland after the blessed day on the coast, weaving his way through the territories and avoiding scent borders as much as he was able. He had agreed to meet the woman, Nova Rose, east from the cape after she had said her goodbyes to her pack. So the afternoon found Phares in some sort of marsh. Not his preferred place to be but the sodden ground underfoot was a welcome respite from the heat.

He stopped upon an uprooted log, surveying the area. It seemed as if some terrible tragedy had struck part of what once could have been a large forest here. Before him were tall, still standing trees but, where he stood, was only destruction. A sense of unease overcame the priest, and he tapped his paw against the wood to ward away whatever evil spirits may be lurking in the ruins of the woodland. He wouldn't stay here long.