Broken Antler Fen last smoke before the snowstorm

one sibling walked through water like a lost nazarene, the other stalked him -- the wraith watched both from a stripped brake of briarbrush. his mood has not improved since they left schugkill, but at least now they were free to do as they pleased.

thorn felt pleased to do whatever he pleased too, thank you very much -- adopting a rather cocksure swagger that was way too big for his lanky britches, he strolled on down to the scene that, prior to quill's arrival, had been almost tranquil.

not anymore.

he expected tusk to present some sort of protest to quill's sudden drop-in, and like a cat, thorn set his traps -- watching both for any sign of weakness before he too joined the fray.