Witch's Hut (Magnus)

Magnus needed to get away from the pack for a minute. Even if he wasn't very far, he needed some space. Of course it wasn't anything within the Armada that was stressing him, but a change from his chores and duties was all he needed. A break. Some time to think, really. They weren't great thoughts, but he needed to think about them nonetheless if he wanted to move on with his life. Of course his heart ached for Deathbelle, but did hers for him? He couldn't read minds but if he could this whole thing would be a lot easier.

As he entered the swamp and the low hanging fog surrounded him, something ominous made the fur on his nape rise and his nerves gather quickly. With only his hyena companion at his side, the two made eye contact briefly before Magnus reached for the knife secured within his foreleg bracers and held the shaft firmly between his teeth. The ground was sloshy beneath his paws, but seemed safer than treading through the murky water. Despite the thick fog, he figured working his way over the unsteady ground would be his safest bet.