Tormented Tarns you got time to reconcile with your fear

In a turn of events, this time Dirge was the one who was being departed from. His eyes stayed on the retreating figure as it slipped from view and he couldn't help but feel the pinpricks of interest come to him. It wasn't enough to lend him much pause either as he soon departed to return to his easterly direction, but it would give him food for thought for a bit. Perhaps if their paths crossed again and on better notes, they'd make a decent match for the winter ahead. Assuming of course, that one of them didn't find their hide tanned across stones. With his share of information also giving him something to mull over, he set his sights for the forests and pressed onward—still mindful of the muck that lied between it and his end goal for the day.

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