Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

She liked him. Lucy didn't want to, but she couldn't help herself for being drawn to the kind honesty that was being expressed before her. She knew well enough that she had never gotten anything good out of her attachments to others. Just as he had spent his life running, she followed – hiding in the shadows from anything that might cause her harm. It was hypnotizing to be near someone like Skwol, though. She had been without that of a comforting companion for so long that she did not want their time to end, but the shadow knew that he would part eventually and leave her to herself.

The pale beast stated that he would not be staying in the fen; that he wasn't staying anywhere. She wondered with a pang of fear if he would continue running until he had disappeared from the wilds altogether. Then he asked if this was where Lucy would be staying. She shook her head softly and glanced through the trees. “No, I don't think so. I'm looking for two boys that I used to know,” she explained, feeling almost as though she had told a secret that had never been uttered before.

“Are you traveling alone?” the ink wisp then asked, wondering if he would humor her with an answer.