Black Morass no end in sight

For @Baudelaire

He traveled and roamed aimlessly. That was his new norm these days. Technically, he still had a home in Atautsikut, but he had not gone back and visited in weeks. He did not miss the summit. Did not miss the wolves who were wrapped up in their own adult lives.

As he trudged through the dark and dingy swamp, with dusk pressing close, he considered the past year. Had he been foolish to cave in so easily and trust the Northerner's? Possibly. They had families of their own now, largely outnumbering the original founding Duskfire wolves. They had relocated. Even changed the pack's name. All justifiable. 

But now, feeling forgotten and overlooked, Ensio grew bitter at the memory. Cold, muddy water sloshed against his legs. He paid it no mind, eyes set firmly ahead. He should leave. Though he couldn't. Not yet.