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Larkspur nodded their agreement, "That would be nice. If you could make me another satchel, that would be nice. My old one was lost to the river." And dear gods are they glad they hadn't brought the special pin their mother had gifted them before they ventured out. It hurt that it was unlikely they would never see it again (but not impossible, that was something they were clinging to about it) but it made them feel more secure to know it hadn't been washed away, swallowed by whatever angry river gods had been provoked. Larkspur's ear twitched a little, trying to decipher the new style of speech for a moment before Reed's comment about being pirates clicked in their head. Ohhhh, was the voice part of the performance then? Well that was fine, there's no reason for them to be strange about someone else's way of talking. "Jerky will be nice," they agreed easily, ears twitching towards the rustling canopy above. "Hopefully that'll also stop any huge predators from being drawn to the area-" Larkspur stared, a little dumbfounded by the newfound creature trying to slither around, squirming free from their mouth. The powerfully muscled creature thrashed a bit more firmly, as if it was demanding to be put down. Still a little confused, she placed the large creature in the leaf litter, watching it proceed to coil back up at her paws, familiar reddish-brown scales with darker clouded-markings painted down its back with little pits among its lips. The large wolf tilted their head curiously when it didn't try to slither away, didn't attempt to leave despite being placed on the ground - moreover, they weren't sure this was even a tree snake. This appeared to a rock snake of some sort, the kind they were used to finding in the leaf-litter, poking around the ground after small rodents. "...especially after a fall like that," Larkspur agreed, eyes drawn away from the little creature. They lowered their nose to the ground, performing a few precursory sniffs for any nearby burrows. --- 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.
(Aw) Don't lose sight