Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

whatever unfriendliness she harbored, it was melting away—he saw it in her eyes, her face. in turn, it both put him at ease and made him even warier. as much as he wanted to trust her, cam was aware that not everyone could be trusted. still, he decided to play along for now. what other choice did he have?

where were they? he asked, ears shifting hesitantly. he took a step to the side, if only to free himself from the cold, sucking ground. standing in one place here only ensured that the chill stayed locked in your paws. cam was eager to get away from the marsh. i hope they didn't go far, he mumbled, half to himself.

what reason would they have to leave, anyway? cam was now even more confused than before, and the foulness of this place was dragging him into a bad mood. but he couldn't go back to the willows—those trees just made him sad, now. sad and lonely.