"I thought adventures were supposed to be fun," the vixen whined a little, sitting before the bruise on her leg forced her to. She twisted around, carefully licking one of the more itchy spots on her flank. She had assumed her fur was thicker and better to defend her against impacts than it clearly was. Begrudgingly, she could admit that this was a decent place for her to learn the truth of how a fight really works before she went questing with Elcid again some day but it still sucked to see that fighting kind of sucked. "That wasn't super fun... why was that beetle so mean?" She flexed her paws and watched curiously as the wolf went searching for the weird herb he mentioned, sniffing curiously as he brought it closer. She thinks she's seen these pretty flowers before - bright yellow with feathery centers and five pointed, narrow petals but she hadn't known it was an important medicine. She leaned in to sniff them a little more intently when he remarked about his old pack - where everyone learned to heal at least a little bit. "That's cool," Dos decided. It really was amazing that plants could do all that stuff for her bruises. "How does it do that?" --- 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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