Felltree Marsh It can turn your heart black

Artok was many things and a fool wasn't one. He didn't need the silent reminder to keep his mouth shut. And with Arashi keeping the woman with a speech issue busy, he could gather what he could on sight alone. He'd love to poke around, but well they'd been found.

They hadn't went across a border. There was no piss smell, but Artok simply rolled his eyes at the ground as Arashi continued simpering. Though it was needed at the moment. And it was better than he could have done. Maybe.

Golden eyes went from one thing to another. Multiple paw tracks, white fur, red fur, other fur. Clear track marks in the dirt. A scuffle. Broken branches and leaf fronds showed the way that Sovereign had run, with others on pursuit. This woman being here, possibly meant they hadn't caught her.

So with all he could gather in a glance. He turned back to the conversation. Trying not to be obvious about what he was doing. So he stood at attention while his leader spoke, keeping his body neutral and his eyes averted.