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The Wandering Magus
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The mosquitoes successfully repelled, the main concern now would be the rapidly darkening skies as the last rays of sunlight flicker and vanish behind the hills. A sudden chill can be felt in the air, and already the ponies could see their own breath whenever magic lit the cavern. A dense fog was beginning to flow into and around the forest beyond the entrance of the cave also; visibility would be low, and any night attacks might be difficult to see.
The night insects began their inevitable chirping, and some accursed frog was singing up a row somewhere in the darkness. An owl hooted as it perched on a limb nearby and stared unnervingly at the group. Whatever idiot poet who thought it was romantic to talk about the music of the night probably never actually experienced a night in the wilderness himself; it was absurdly loud and annoying, although those used to it probably had some appreciation for the sounds. There was a soft baying of wolves from the distance, and the timberwolf pup wriggled a bit, eyes glowing slightly as it felt its natural instinct to howl back at the sound, as all wolves do.
As Luna's Moon came rising gently from the East, they could barely make out the shadow of Fatal approaching through the fog, trudging towards the cavern in Farsight's hoof-steps.
The night insects began their inevitable chirping, and some accursed frog was singing up a row somewhere in the darkness. An owl hooted as it perched on a limb nearby and stared unnervingly at the group. Whatever idiot poet who thought it was romantic to talk about the music of the night probably never actually experienced a night in the wilderness himself; it was absurdly loud and annoying, although those used to it probably had some appreciation for the sounds. There was a soft baying of wolves from the distance, and the timberwolf pup wriggled a bit, eyes glowing slightly as it felt its natural instinct to howl back at the sound, as all wolves do.
As Luna's Moon came rising gently from the East, they could barely make out the shadow of Fatal approaching through the fog, trudging towards the cavern in Farsight's hoof-steps.