Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

The ghoul watched him stiffen at her question and all at once, she felt a pang of regret for having asked it. Somehow, knowing that he had faced the two-legged monsters did not help to calm her or bring any ounce of comfort to her shivering limbs. His larger frame sank as he lowered himself into a sitting position. Lucy followed, inching herself only a little closer to the male. His kindness had done well to bring her to a small level of trust. Their shared trauma was never something she would want to bond over, but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Skwol spoke of how he had traveled since before the fall. She thought back to where she had been during the golden months, clenching her jaw at the reminder of the two-legged encampment. She had been surrounded by all sorts of animals – all of them sharing the same fear. Lucy wondered how long they had held him captive and how they had managed to hold such a powerful brute. He seemed so strong; such a stark contrast to her thin and spider-like frame.

“I do not think that they will follow you here,” she finally returned. Her voice was shy, barely above a whisper, but she continued. “I-I was born here.” The admittance of this was akin to drowning. She could hardly breathe as she thought about her home and all that had been left behind. The sweet smile of Rannoch and the calming drawl of Cypress. She ached with how much she missed those two boys, but she also feared ever seeing them again after the turmoil that she had brought into their lives. “There have never been two-legged creatures in the wilds,” she added with a small nod.

“But that does not mean these lands are without monsters of their own.”