It was not often Fell took the underground paths at the edge of the Swamp. The enclosed space and hard-packed floors were too alien to the buck, and the bioluminescent mushrooms that lighted the path too bizarre. They were cultivated, he supposed, by the loose-skinned kin that frequented these caverns. At first he mistook them for worms—an error that had been swiftly rectified when an actual cave worm skittered overhead. He quickened his steps at the memory.
Still, he was grateful. The tunnels were a safer way to travel when he was in a rush, and he was eager to return to his injured charge with the herbs he carried.
Chrystali xx
Thank youuuu! And no need to be impressed with my incredible title-naming capabilities. ;) cries