Felltree Marsh Aholehole

The sky grew dark much earlier than it had when it was warm.

When Swordfish had left the borders and crossed into unknown terrain, he had anticipated that his journey would bore him. It seemed a safe bet that he would want to turn back and go home before it became concerning. Other than stopping for several breaks, the young wolf managed to cross a great deal of ground in his travels.

When the sun had disappeared, he grew worried. The scents of everything around him were different at night. He believed he knew his way back to the cliffs. It was the dark that made him unsure.

Swordfish slunk like a bandit, eyes darting this way and that. He hoped he could reach home before it was too late. If his adrenaline was not coursing through him, he might have lacked the endurance to reach Sapphique.