Fresh Poison Each Week

As they made their way south towards Valta, Mariah had found herself trailing her brother through a patch of particularly thick undergrowth. It snagged in her fur, raked across her skin- and she was quite a bit smaller than Malico … she could only imagine how much more of a difficult time he was having. It took a lot of concentration to be able to weave in and out of the brush- so much so, she hadn’t realized how far her path had drifted from her brothers. He was deaf for the most part. Yelling was of no use. If she kept going, surely they could find each other on the other side of this mess. Picking up her pace, Mariah pressed forward, wanting to quickly get through whatever lay before her.

"Mariah Mendacium"