Witch's Marsh prorsus

germanicus set a course to follow a small herd of deer from the pagan wood. led by a ferocious young stag in his prime, the little band had thus in their ranks three fawns. unhurried, unhungry, the soldier only trailed them. he searched also of course for the boy alsek, whose traces had not been recovered.

three fawns, six does. in the stench of a bristling place he lost them, a haunted place marked by withered cattails and islands of firm-seeming ground. but it would surely dissolve beneath you, and still he could not turn away, testing the air for the little one's trail.