What once was.

[Fischer]

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The ground had grown rocky, but Fischer didn't mind. It was a change of scenery from the bleak, naked trees in the woods he had passed through. His fur was finally free of blood, after he had stopped at a creek to scrub it off, but he still felt foul. His arm and legs still hurt, he was beginning to think it was not because he had been turned into a werewolf, but because he had injured himself. He was not sure. He had no idea how any of this worked.



He slowed to a stop between two rocky shelfs, and eased himself into a sitting position on the lichen that grew there. The sun was sinking slowly, casting an eery light over the shale around him. Within moments, he was thrown into shadows. There was little light in the crevice, but he could see that there were sticks and blackened spots on the ground, and that the earth was worn in places. Fischer was slightly alarmed, wondering if perhaps a group of slave-traders used the same crevice to set up camp. It wasn't deep enough to hide a wagon and horse, though.



Nerves alight, Fischer shuffled backwards under an overhang and pulled his knees to his chest, ignoring the searing pain up his hip. It would be a long, dark night.

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Chronologically after when Fischer meets Amy. I'm not sure how much longer, though. D'oh =(