Barrow Fields you're in my bad books

i'll archive with my post! and i'd absolutely love another <3

he didn't bother glancing behind him to take notice of the pale beast watching his departure, for he could practically feel the man's stare burning a hole in the back of his head. so, he picked up the pace, his sights set on the cliffs he'd pass while on his way to the field. with any luck, he might just snag himself a gull or two to fight off the hunger that was sure to return any minute now.