The shifted hyena winced as she attempted to place a paw down gingerly. It didn't twinge or anything, nor did it burn on contact so she concluded that she hadn't broken or even sprained it. Her flank and forelegs were just painfully bruised - she was grateful that her fur was thick enough to prevent the impact from scraping her up. She'd seen what it looked like when someone has a thinner coat and went flank-skating across the ground allowing the sharp stones and pebbles to cleave through her skin. She gave a tentative little shake, dislodging the leaves, dirt and mud that had been mashed into her side. "Hurts," she complained a little, not limping but certainly moving gingerly towards the wolf. Seeing as the beetle had left, she dropped her shift, morphing and changing back into her original self. The twin-tailed vixen was distraught at the revelation that her fur was just as badly messed up in her original form as her hyena one, though at least her new gift was proving its use by not appearing too badly damaged by the grime and splotch. She accepted the nuzzle, grateful for the comfort being offered to her now that she was no longer having any fun. "I wanna go home." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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