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Larkspur gave a joyful sort of laugh at the confirmation - it wasn't often wagged their tail anymore since reaching adulthood (most things just didn't inspire quite that much joy anymore) but watching their sibling land at their side was a valid enough reason to start again. There was still lingering bewilderment at their sibling's lesser size given they were from the same litter but strange things happened in this new world all the time. Who knows, perhaps some strange phenomena happened to their siblings during the flood. "I think you're right," Larkspur agreed, letting the months shuffle through their head. The fact that the air was already frigid and the ground hard and coated in frost and yet they were only seeing the other wolf for the first time since the warm season? Unfathomable. Usually they crossed paths a few times when Larkspur returned to their birth territory to lurk around and say hello to their mother. "And how did your newfound state come to be? Is the water here that strange?" --- 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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