Kineyer, Female Prismatic Werecain, Level 3, 14 Posts
Echtor, Male Hollow Werecain, Level 3, 14 Posts
Echtor had no idea how they had gotten lost, but they had. He tried to remember again. They had been on some kind of journey, looking for someone, correct? But who was it? Why did Echtor vaguely remember people he had never seen before? Unless it had been a dream... Yes, that must have been it. A dream.
But that didn't explain why they were in a swamp instead of a forest.
"I hate this confounded place." Kineyer mumbled. She wished they were back at their camp in the forest, back where she recognized all of the scents, and most importantly, where she always knew where she was. Echtor sighed. "I hate it too, dear, but we have to keep going to find a way back to the forest." "You know, if the rain didn't wash away all scent, I think we'd be much better off." 'So do I." Echtor didn't have the energy to do anything more but agree with his mate.
Kineyer got her paw stuck under a root and tripped over it, face-first into the mud. "Confounded mud, it's getting in my fur!" She yelled in frustration. On instinct, Echtor quickly looked up, looking around for enemies that might have heard Kineyer's outburst. She got up and mumbled under her breath. "Confounded swamp, confounded mud, confounded root..."
Echtor wondered if Kineyer knew any other insults besides 'confounded'. He shook his head quickly. He was as distracted as a common house pet, he needed to focus and find them some shelter, preferably before Kineyer tripped again.
((Can you tell what word was stuck in my head while I was writing this post? xD))