Otter Creek what is dead may never die

@Airi

It was by chance that Atshen had tracked down the mushroom that the poisoned the rabbit near Potema's den. He was in the midst of a patrol within Blackfeather Woods when the familiar tang of the plant had caught his attention, and it was from there that he diverted his trek. There was the only one that had sprouted beneath a mangled tree root, and it was just a dot of scarlet that hid amongst the shadows, barely visible to the average passer-by. He beheld it for a moment, committing the sight to memory as he would continue to look for this piece of fungi. The tree was dying, perhaps at the will of the shroom, and Atshen couldn't help but stand back for a moment and take in the vegetation's death. If this mushroom had the ability to bring down a tree, Atshen was more than sure that it could bring down even the most stubborn of his enemies. 

With the mushroom found, Atshen then set off from the tree, leaving his newest weapon behind. Slipping from the dappled sunlight of the early afternoon, Atshen began to seek out his next victim. It did not take the brute long to find a hare. Though he wasn't the best at hunting, the Silencer crept up on the rabbit. Snow crunched underfoot and he studdered at this, knowing that he would easily alert the mammal. His victim turned suddenly; it's beady eyes wide as panic overcame it. Acting quickly, Atshen leaped and grasped onto the creature's neck. It screeched wildly in his hold, and he clamped down harder in an attempt to silence its efforts. 

His head was held high as they approached the and he bore the blows that the creature inflicted on him, knowing that the fate of it. When the arrive at the decaying tree, Atshen quickly thrust the creature towards the mushroom and forced it upon the fungi. Holding it there for quite some time, the Silencer eventually released it from its forced-consumption and turned towards the borders. 

As he made his way through the forest, the creature became increasingly weakened as they progressed. Eventually, as he broke the treeline that marked the Brotherhood's territory, the hare was still. Placing it along the border, Atshen stood back and smiled as his eyes fell fondly upon his work.