Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Shadows kiss along his russet fur. Large paws silent through the loose soil. Water nearby. Drip, Dripping. A heaviness to his coat as he traverses through the fogs. Heavy. Suffocating. Refreshing. How can it be all these things, the beast doesn't know. He gives a might shake, watching the drops as the fall. Fall down, down to the bottom.

Shadows morph and move among the fog. Some real, some just pretend. He sees his memories there, his horrors. He lets a small whine leave his maw. The silence pressing, compressing, pushing. Holding him still. Suddenly the silence is broken by rushing, running, fleeing, panting. Splashing.

Dreven sees the deer coming coming, and behind her death upon hell hound feet. He steps in front and she quickly swervers, giving the monster behind her a chance to fall upon her with his might jaws and rip her throat asunder.