Barrow Fields shine a light into the wreckage

@Mahler <3

He was starting to get homesick. The boy had searched relentlessly for Lennon, had asked anyone who would listen if they had seen him-- which wasn't many. Mostly, he was alone, picking through scents and finding none of them matched the one he sought.
Alarian had traveled far-- he had only realized earlier in the day, when he almost stumbled into claimed land. The shore where he had met the sea witch was now home to a pack; among the scents he had noticed hers, and his heart had quickened slightly. Surely it was a coven led by the sea witch herself-- he could not imagine it any other way.
The idea terrified him. He had taken off for the field just beyond as if being chased, though he had not set a single paw over the border. The place itself was cursed, he was sure.
Bored and a little hungry, Alarian decided to hunt mice. He was entirely focused; his ears stood at attention, tail straight in the air and swishing as he jumped after a fleeing rodent. It was the most fun he had allowed himself in days-- which was really a little sad.