Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

cam's mouth twisted uncertainly as he thought back. it wasn't as cold, he responded after a pause, unable to quantify the time passed any other way. everything was green. as opposed to now, where the leaves on many trees had gone shades of sunset, and even the willow boughs were yellowing. the earth was changing, and he wasn't sure if he liked it very much.

no sign? he asked—unnecessarily, for the search had obviously turned up nothing. she would have told him otherwise. suddenly despondent all over again, he sank onto his haunches, deep-set eyes swimming with hopelessness.

this was his fault. maybe they'd gone looking for him. if he hadn't run away, they would still be here. if he hadn't run away, they would all be together. the journey down the river had been so exhilarating; now, all he could do was sit and regret every second of it. so much for fun when it ruined the rest of your life later.