Felltree Marsh Don't Be a Stick in The Mud!

He was exhausted, but the quick rest with the black and white wolf let him have enough energy to keep going. By this point, he could feel, or, rather, couldn’t feel the berries working. His forepaw tingled like it normally did, but the accompanying pain was much duller than it should’ve been after a day like this one. 

His stomach had settled, too, and he figured he’d eventually get used to them. If he could find more. 

Unlike the pain, which was fading, his guilt only grew more the longer he walked. He regretted being so vulnerable in front of Phobos. He had to tell himself it was because he was tired, because he needed to lay like that for the black and white wolf to work, but that wasn’t all true. 

Leto’s scent and the smell of fish grew strong as the sun had finished setting. It was dark now, but he was close. And then he was there. 

”Hey, kid,” he said through a mouthful of twigs, which he set down soon after. 

”I got some bad news.”