Wild Berry Meadow dread doctor

Deimos takes a wide arc across the flatlands, purposeful to avoid the ravine and its inhabitant. It's been weeks but he still remembers her strange face. Part of him thinks maybe she was a ghoul, a figment contrived of his overactive and starving imagination.

He's got no plans to revisit that place of death, so he stays to the flatter lands and travels along the smooth back of a gently sloped prairie. He's not anywhere he recognizes, but it's almost sunset and before long he's going to be in the open at dark. There's a grove of bushes not so far from him and he starts towards them, thinking they'll be a good place to bunk down for the night.