Black Morass i've been looking all over the place for a place for me

and then, deliberation. he stood rooted in place, almost too nervous to breathe. when it seemed that kynareth had given them the green light, cam exhaled, ribs collapsing—and then flinched as the man nips his flank. memories arced through his mind like white lightning—

the dark wolves on the prowl, the chase, the hunt, the sharp pain in his side—

he desperately summoned some composure, nodding with near-chattering teeth. thank you, he managed, blinking with gratitude at the man, and then looked at the white wolf once more. get me out of here! his brain was screaming, and he was sure it read in his eyes.

he stood at the ready, waiting for her to lead the way and clinging to the hope of being a thousand miles removed from these behemoths.