Black Morass Entombed me

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Among the dark, with the moon his forever guide, he dug. The Morass, despite the changing of the seasons, had yet to be stripped of the many various herbs and fungi to be of use and in order for himself to feel of any use, he needed them. Here he found some fungi which now he dug at, carefully plucking them and settling them to the side within a skin of elk from a prior hunt of himself and his packmates. He had every intention to bring them to Dove's settlement if she would so have him.