Broken Antler Fen the wind rises

Rain continued to fall in sheets, coating the land in a layer of water that it could not seem to shed right away. For those who were wiser on the matters of environmental change, it would have been a good sight. It was far worse to see the land drained of all water than to see a plethora of it. Of course, for the shaded beast who traveled through the fen, it was a miserable journey. Brom felt as though he had not seen the sun since the first day that he had arrived in the Teekon Wilds. He had wondered if there was a chance that his escape from purgatory had put him in a spiraling hell that he would never escape from. The further that he wandered, the more dismal he felt. It was not until he had stepped into the wetland that he took a true pause to evaluate his next movements and where it was that he was aiming to venture.
 
Brom had stopped beneath the boughs of a great tree to the north of the territory. The foliage was sparse in this area, but the shadow was able to search the horizon for a new direction. To the west of him, there were several jutting stones that stood as a looming mountain range. Brom imagined that he would be able to find some secluded caves within this portion of the world. While he had spent a great deal of his life searching for a means to escape the tunnels where he had been banished, Brom almost missed the closeness of his previous living quarters. Impulsively, he aimed himself for the range of stone and set out at a speedy trot across the remainder of the wetland.