Herbalists' Cache Sore Paws, weary body

Rowyn froze as he heard a noise nearby. IT wasn't a big noise. It sounded small and nearby. But it didn't matter if it was small. 

What if it was the man that had killed Ash. What if. He cried out and crushed his body to the ground, curling up into the fetal position. Wild eyed and scared. Hopefully he wouldn't wet himself this time. He shook. 

Please don't hurt me. He whimpered.