There they went, with Mudhound quickly overtaking the world-weary Wolfhive. In another lifetime he might have been irked to have to rely on Mudhound for support, but in the moment he was grateful to have a massive doofus to lean on. This sickness had rooted within him quickly, eating him alive.. and yet somehow, despite those grim odds, he remained.
Redhawk never had the spite that generated his being. She had been warm and pure, looking for the best even in the worst places.
".. It ..isn't the ..Creek that ..took her, ..it just.. feels.. that way.. 'cause it's.. where.. she left.." A shaky breath, a weak swallow. Broken, sputtered coughs in between words.
".. ain't gonna.. get any.. easier.. no matter.. where.. you go.. you'll just.. think of.. her.. regard..less.." The pain might lessen with time, but never truly go away. Such was life, as cruel as it was.
It dawned on him, as they made their way through undergrowth and brush, that he wasn't sure.. where they were.. Maybe it was the sickness confusing him, it wasn't like he could rely on his nose presently. The woods around them seem to have grown thicker, and he could scarcely see through the foliage. Distantly, he could hear the rumble of a monster.
".. we.. near.. the.. Thunder..path?"
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