Witch's Marsh Don't want to run aground, your shores are safely found.

A big splash told Sunhawk his time alone had ended. Oh god, was that the boogeyman? The Kray brothers returning to collect his pretty hide? He'd been of the impression they were cutthroats down to every little tuft of hair. Oh god, he was too pretty to die.

So rather than inspect the noise as most wolves would do, Sunhawk ducked his head from the reeds and began to crept away. Hehe, not getting ole Sunny on my watch you aint - keep tryin' ya milk-suppin' flatfoots!

Unfortunately as wily as Sunhawk believed himself to be, the ground pulled the exact same bullshit prank on him it pulled on Evien. In two seconds Sunhawk was laid flat, chin slamming into the muck with a squelch that announced to all near and far exactly where he was. "FUCK!" Sunhawk exclaimed, putting his paws over his mouth in horror immediately after. Shit. Now those psycho brothers knew exactly where he was.