Farewell, Old Hunter

The Old Hunter has barked for the last time at his nemesis, the fearesome hedgehogs of the Night Planted Orchard.

This has been his place and his passing seems to have made the rest of our time here an epitaph, no more. So we will take his ashes to some secret dark waters known only to us. We'll scatter him there under the mountains. When our time comes, we will go there too and we'll all swim together, chasing sticks forever.