Uncharted lands

Thorn follows the black canine, turning his gaze back to the sad one hoping she might also be coming.  It quickly becomes apparent it will be just him and the black stranger.  The other animals and even the scenery around them disappear into a fog that hides everything from his sight.  On top of that, Thorn realized he couldn’t smell anything.  As he pondered a smell did start to reach him, one that made him scrunch up his nose.  The sulphur scent was strong and even as his sight started to return he felt the black wolf pulling him back from another step.

Thorn looked down, muscles tensing at how close he had come to walking off the ground and into a lava chasm.  A curious glance to the black wolf and then back ahead of them.  That bridge looked questionabl and Thorn pondered the logic in this  The notion of turning around teased at him but the desire to roam all of the lands rang just as true in this strange place.  Would he ever be able to find this place again if he left now?

Thorn was large, tall as his dad and that wasn’t going to help at all in walking lightly on the bridge.  On the other hand, Thorn did have the benefit of a long stride.  The need of a mapper to see everything encouraged him forward and Thorn picked up speed, hoping he could get across safely if he just went fast enough that the bridge didn’t need to hold his weight long.

Thorn chooses strength

"Thorn Carpathius"