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Thankfully, there seemed to be no open wounds, and hopefully no internal bleeding, but he would gently nudge her body just to be sure. He could feel the skin on his face sting; the beetle's elytra was hard and rough, and when it opened it either gave him a cut or caused some bruising, or both. But he wasn't really concerned about that. The wolf would turn his head to and fro, two-toned eyes looking for something in particular, "could be some st. John's wort or arnica around here." He'd turn back to Dos at her next comment. 'home' could mean anything - if she meant Verdantis, then she was home, so she must not have meant Verdantis, "vhere is home?" he'd ask, concern still in his voice. Perhaps home is where her mother and uno are. She is still just a teen. |
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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