Still Creepy

Some areas seemed particularly disturbing in the dark. Mist enveloped the swamplands, obscuring and scattering what moonlight managed to make it through the foliage. Álarr was headed southwards to the gulley to gather some herbs as well as to swing by his… cousins? new pack. He hadn't expected Sparrow to carve out a pack land for herself but now that she had he was curious to see how it was going and what her set up was. He assumed there would be some sort of diplomatic relationship with Fireside but one could never be 100% sure with pirates. Finding a dull patch of light Álarr settled down to rest. He reached up and scratched at a glowing green scab that ran around the base of his ears. Mushrooms still grew from his left ear and his nose was almost perpetually running but at least he was getting better.