[pauses to let them catch up, noses their non-gun hands in reassurance, and continues on…

the whispering and mist get thicker, though the artifacts and mask continue to keep the worst of it at bay. they’re outmaneuvering the mist wolves a little—for now, they can still hear them in the distance and it’s safe to assume they’ve got a bead on their scent. but Charon’s picking up pace, and eventually a pale flickering light can be seen in the distance, dim…]