Hushed Willows So Hungry

boone had not been far. the marsh was open and vast, and the least defensible of hearthwood's land. this meant stronger marks were necessary, and the harbinger was not a man of nonsense nor wasted time.
by the time the sun lurched central to the sky, every tree smelled strongly of him. save for one.
as he approaches, he notices the form of a young man followed by a sheepish call out, and quickly drinks him in with a stern squint of dark eyes.
hey, fella, his voice is thunderous. his paw reaches out to touch the exposed spine. get up.