Barrow Fields guzila

@Anti and anu headed north, encountering few souls along the way. some vagrants anu steered clear of, despite the customary kindness of his creed - he was on a pilgrimage, not a charity, and the less-than-hale wolves were often ignored.

they had learned a great deal about this northern country as they went. the waters, alluring and crystalline, were hostile and brackish - unfit to drink, and dangerous to swim in. there were fewer small game here, and the big game was mostly out of their league to fell.

in spite of that, anti saw they never went hungry. the pair had learned the water, as unkind as it was, was a trove of easily scarfed food; other than heavily-shelled bugs (or so they seemed, to a southerner like anu), which were to be avoided if one valued the well-being of their snout.

coming to a quaint area flat save for mounds of earth, anu paused and eyed them. in his land, these mounds were unheard of -- a sense o dread unease slipped through him as he looked for reasons why the ground would be disturbed thus.