Literature
Farah's Bounty: PT3-3
They had trudged on for some time. Farah was certain they’d gone in circles as they came upon a marshy spot of water. “Here we are again. Gods, I’m tired of the stench of this place! It seems to be getting worse,” she muttered. “Not another step,” a voice bellowed. Triana the huntress stood at the tree line, she already had an arrow pulled back. The maned wolf had a snarl upon her muzzle. She was joined shortly by Pontz the puma who glared at Torvis, his ears pressed against his skull and he had his falchion ready. Torvis snorted and twirled his blade as Farah backed up slyly. “I said not to move ferret,” the maned wolf shouted. “Are you stu… Gods!” Farah saw that she and the puma both had stupefied expressions on their faces, Torvis turned his head and he too looked horrified. Farah swallowed down a lump and slowly turned her head. A dozen otters had suddenly surfaced from the murky swamp water. They stood there just staring at the four. Something wasn't quite right with the