Felltree Marsh The blackness, the darkness forever

For @Ram Ferious <3

Tybault kept his nose low as he trudged through the marsh. The coast wasn't far from here, he didn't think — but none of the options for a path forward were good. The ravine blocked one path. And the other — close to a pack and intimidating to even think about traversing.

Rather than put too much thought into it, he was trying to hunt. The birds had returned in full force to the marsh. He watched a particularly colorful bird from afar, squinting as he tried to decide whether he could catch it. Tybault was never much of a bird hunter, though.