Fyroneus lowered his face, looking at the ground as he felt the fur of his friend brushing against his cheek. "What did i do?" he asked himself, not waiting any answer from anyone, but mostly to make the question. Mostly to hear the words coming out from his lips. He felt his consience guilt, heavy, supressing him like a huge rock fell over him and still pushing him down. He stood up and looked around, the forest was quiet, peacefull, while it was getting dark. "Come," he said to Necromato, "Let us find somewhere to sleep." he finished and walked in the forest.