Witch's Marsh and so it begins

This is a private thread between the kind and wonderful @Ibis and myself, thank you! Sorry for the short post, it's 9 PM over here.

Awol was intrested in exploring the land around him while he waited for his self promised entrance into Easthollow. He had been confined to little scene as a child, and the boy was free, and he might as well, seeing as the lands that stretch beynd his loaction may end. He shuddered at the thought, but had hope Hope that things would turn out well in the end, prey would return, and he'd finally be settled in a pack...

As the boy mused, he had arrived at a marsh. He did not know this, and wandered into it. The water, the fele of the ground — espiscally the smell, it was all different. Finally, something to distract him from his hunger. If he was lucky, he may even find a frog to much on. Not that he knew what they tasted like. Sniffing eargerly, he walked the new terrain.