Cricket Creek Bog it just ain't anywhere

backdated to the 5th, for @Mal -- this can be a quickie just to get everyone caught up on what's what!

another swamp. he was tired of swamps, although this one was not as dense or vast as the one he'd escaped days prior. normally, he'd be home by now. he'd made good progress in that direction.

and then the snow had hit.

the shrieking gales and walls of white hindered his travels. sometimes, he lost all track of where he was headed. he walked until he could walk no longer, fighting against the blizzard, and then found some small nook to rest. he didn't even know how far he'd gone, or how far he was from home.

cam had made it about halfway through this latest bog when he realized his exhaustion. panting, blinking back blinding snowflakes, he looked for shelter. he found it in the form of a felled tree, knocked down by some storm or another (perhaps even this one). its trunk was cradled in the crook of a neighbor, creating a small respite from the wind and ice.

he made a beeline in that direction, sitting with a sigh. then curling into himself, regretting leaving his siblings—hell, regretting leaving the shelter of neverwinter forest in the first place.

after all, that was the point, right? never winter? oh, he so missed the fragrant boughs. . .