Dos obligingly held still, allowing the gentle nudges against her flanks and forelegs. Admittedly she had no serious injuries - nothing bleeding nor broken - but her ears were officially a bit droopier than before in the face of her lack of joy. She still wanted to adventure and explore,but it was never fun to get hurt - she wasn't even in the mood to dog for bugs anymore! She pouted huffily at the ginger way she had to hold her leg but listened attentively to Gabriel's words - she'd never heard of those plants before, but they sounded like healing herbs and the more herbs she knew, the better prepared she would be when she re-met her favorite, blue-gray wolf. Her ears pricked a little at the attention she was briefly surprised by but answered all the same, "With my sister and my mom. I wanna go back to our den and nap in my nest." She shook out one of her front legs, dislodging the mud stained in her paws, just barely resisting the urge to chew what was pressed beneath her claws and between her toes. The twin-tailed fox looked up pitifully, "What do those herbs do?" --- 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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