[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos The news contorted its way through him with more misgivings than calculations; wondering, vaguely, if unicorns could be affected, then what of his own? What of other companions? What if they had been put upon Caido, somehow, someway, to simply spread the vileness? Memories of both the blight and the disease to come after rankled on the edges of his mind, and the damned and doomed repeat scratched at the walls of his ribs. Though he hadn’t witnessed, nor heard, of any spread, Deimos had certainly seen the likes o multiple monsters hovering from a distance in Halo – his hunting parties had been taking care of what they could, but the inkling that something could still happen set the trepidations at the forefront. He jotted down several more notes, jaw clenching all the while, easing away from spite and pettiness simply for the sharing of information before something else snapped. “Spreading to more humans? Or animals?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime