Barrow Fields marked graves

The boy released a sharp, sheer cackle, like ice tumbling off a cliff. It didn’t appear as though the noise meant any sort of amusement, just something Pelagius had locked in his chest.

His eyes though, were wild and white rimmed.

Yes yes yes yes I did. He responded, dancing in place as though waiting to shoot forward at any time. The mention of a new pack brought his anxious fidgets to a stop, as the boy stared, for a few moments, before slooooowly letting his head tilt to one side.

He would always be a Druid. Buuuut he could be something else too.

Wherever you lead, I follow.