Dragoncrest Cliffs it was still september

the dark man lay still, limbs outstretched in some fascimile of movement.

hey! lafayette shouted near his ear. wotchu— he shoved into the wolf's shoulder, desperate and scared.

he'd come across this static form on his usual walks around the territory, and it frightened him even more than the tunnel had. he wished lucette was here. perhaps, as always, she was not so far away, and would join him.

but for now, he was alone, with this. . .body?

wake up! he commanded, breathless, urgent.