Cricket Creek Bog look to your soul, for these things that you know

weejay faded a bit before agreeing to move at a walking pace. aengus would have felt bad for having to dampen her spirits, if it weren’t for the fact that he felt like it was a life or death situation. if he had been forced to run the entire way, he surely would have fallen short of her expectations. at least if they were walking, he could strike up some conversation. they’d shared quite a bit with each other the day before, but he thirsted for more.
 
“you’ve been this far out of your pack before?” aengus asked her, a bit awestruck that she would have roamed so far on her own. perhaps she was a fair bit older than he had thought. she seemed like she was roughly around his age, give or take a month or so. all he could think about was how angry his father would have been if he’d found out how far his son had meandered.