Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

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The search for Brockleigh drew her further from Moontide, further from thoughts of @Chakliux, from the grief permeating the plateau and hovering over @Rodyn and his sons. Marina told @Heph that she would be parting from the pack lands for a time, searching again for her daughter, and left with a heavy sense of melancholy draped across her shoulders. She'd thought before that perhaps she might be a mother again, but now — how could she?

She'd failed her children.

Clouded eyes scarcely registered the changing terrain until she found herself abruptly among the shifting mists of a still forest, and the sunlight had faded, and she was alone. Marina blinked as she came out of her daze, searching through the trees for any hint of familiarity. They all looked the same. Like a dream, like a fevered vision of unending solitude. She recognized none of it.

She took in a breath and stepped carefully through the forest, still searching — until she found him. A stranger; a gaunt, ragged man, half horror and half alive. A soft gasp slipped from her. She started forward, softened by her time in Moontide, but remembered wariness stopped her. Hey, Marina was tentative, aware that his suffering did not guarantee her safety. But if she could help, she would try.