It was becoming painful. Every single time the jet black wolf's paws reached the ground, a sharp bolt of pain would fly up his legs. His legs had carried him miles and miles, but they had decided that Arbitus had moved far enough. However, Arbitus' mind disagreed, as the mind was where the memories remained.

The wind was not letting up. The trees seemed to bend to the wind, and sometimes dry sand would begin to move with the wind, getting in Arbitus' eyes and mixing with his fur, making him look even dirtier than he already was. Arbitus blinked, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with the dirt in his eyes again, at least for a while.

The ground was getting wetter, muddier, and harder to move through. It took even more effort for Arbitus to lift his legs out of the wet mud, which caused him even more pain in his joints. Every bit of mud that remained on Arbitus seemed to weigh a ton, pushing him further and further into the endless mud. His exhaustion could not end anytime soon, however, as he could not rest in the midst of a swamp.

The sun began to fall. When Arbitus had started fleeing, the sun had been falling at about the same position that it was at the current moment. Arbitus then knew he had been constantly on the move for about twenty four hours, and he began to wonder how much longer he could go on.

As Arbitus continued, the ground became worse, and worse, and soon, the mind's opinion began to change. There was no way they had followed him this entire time. He could rest, for a night. But where?

Arbitus' eyes rested on an area where the ground was raised from the mud, a large stone face that emerged from the grass black with mud. Arbitus raised his legs and pushed himself with his bits of remaining energy, and he collapsed on the rock face. His paws were caked in mud, and small parts of his stomach fur were also blackened by the mud, but Arbitus was too exhausted to care, and even if he did, there was no water to clean himself.

Arbitus lay on the rock face, idly watching the trees sway. In the close distance, the ground seemed to be engulfed by water, the thickest parts of the swamp were there. Arbitus knew that if he was to get out of here, and keep moving, he'd have to be well rested.