Together, they finally stepped onto Fenwood’s marshy expanse, senses alive with the call of distant birds and the swirl of mist over quiet waters. Luna’s tail twitched uncertainly, but she pressed close to Marcus’s leg. In that moment, any lingering hesitation vanished—he realized they would face these wild unknowns side by side.
The Fenwood Wetlands greeted Marcus and Luna with steamy warmth, each breath thick with the swamp’s presence. Ancient trees loomed overhead, mossy beards drifting like ghosts. Towering reeds rustled softly, hinting at hidden life. Marcus felt awestruck, camera ready for anything lurking in the shadows.