I Thought I Could Handle It...

The woods accelerated the twilight, shrinking what would normally take an hour into just a few minutes. When the young Lord entered on the rutted path, carefully avoiding the puddles on the ground, god forbid he will dirty his silk fur, the light had faded so little he didn't even notice the difference. It wasn't a long trek, it was muddier for sure but it would get him home earlier that on the normal trail. His bi colored eyes adjusted slowly to the encroaching gloom and it wasn't for a couple of several moments that he realized the sun wasn't penetrating the leaves like it usually does and everything was a hue darker than it should be. It was during that time that he young pup picked up his pace but only a little time passed before it was undeniably dark, he could no longer avoid the ruts and his ankle twisted painfully when he made a mis-step. The trees had become silhouettes, the air was colder and the gaiety of the woodland had been replaced with a sense of isolation. Soon the path and his own feet melted into blackness...And auditory system caught on a few shifting noises towards his right. He did caught a familiar scent and he did remember these were the packlands however he also did remember hearing the story about a bear attacking not long ago. What if a rogue bear roamed around? Who is there? he mused softly in his boyish tones. Calling out towards the creature in what some could call a suicide mission.

Mordecai