Fishblight Mire dispersal

Feasting on the raw flood of emotion that had spilled into his core, the moonlighter had ventured out beyond the opening to his valley home in search of something that would quell the fearful tremors that had beat against his frame. It would not have been long. Indra was swollen and close to giving birth to her pups... his pups. The very thought had burned within him since he had discovered her transformation. All that could possess his mind was the raging fire of what was to come. And still he feared for his family and the home they had settled into. The crow wanted only to express his desire to leave, but he was stricken with the trembling ache of dismay. How was he to convince her that she should go with him? How was he to pull her from her sister and into the open world of the unknown? 

Plagued with his own thoughts and wonders, Tadec sauntered on lengthy limbs in the direction of a buzzing mire. His lantern gaze was burning only on what stretched before him. The thoughts of his future family were left in the valley where they would allow him a moment of reprieve. Even though it was only a moment, the crow was grateful for it. All that he faced was too much to stomach at times. For his own sanity, he sought to venture before he was due to return to the valley pack. 

The mire was not a realm of delight. Tadec crept through it with wide eyes, searching for signs of life beyond what naturally dwelled there. He moved forward on limber legs that carried his narrow frame with ease. When the scent of a stranger passed to him, he stopped. All of his attention was directed to this figure that he could not yet see. In hopes of drawing the attention of this unknown shape, Tadec released a sharp yip into the void of his surroundings and waited for a response from the ghost within.