Felltree Marsh Entry No. 1

I know they're long, but I wouldn't say I've got chicken legs! Kyrell barked incredulously. His eyes narrowed, but crinkled at the corners as a well-humored smile took to his lips. Emerald eyes polished with mischief.

The subject of feathered wolves and their likeness to chickens was quickly swept aside. He felt it a shame not to play with the ridiculous notion further, but it was replaced by an important question. You are correct. I'm just a simple traveler. He lifted his head, eyes setting upon the looming mountain range. Faint traces of brine intermingling with the decay of the marsh. I might have enjoyed the mud run more on a warmer day, but I've no intentions to leave the Teekons, yet. He had just gotten here, after all.

Looking back to her, he raised a brow. Was there someplace you had in mind?