|
...regrew from a flower? Larkspur wasn't really thrilled with the implications of that sentiment and it showed from the way their wings rippled faintly. They moved forward, rubbing their muzzle against their sibling's lightly but elected to make no verbal comment on the matter - the emotions radiating from Snapdragon lacked the sharpened teeth that terror and pain possessed, communicating a vibe more akin to 'passive confusion' so the situation couldn't have been too horrific. "Don't worry about it," Larkspur reassured. All it took was a little ruffling from still delicate limbs for some of the trapped feathers that had already detached from shedding to dance to the ground at their paws. Mostly inner-wing feathers from the delicate underside given their primaries had already regrown - were among the first to do so even - but that was fun as well, they could pass over the feathers when they molted in their fresher, more vibrant colors in the spring. They used their paw to push the lightly curled feathers toward their sibling. "Here's a replacement," they said lightly, tilting their head curiously toward the far bank where their sibling had come from. A 'Quinnat' had brought them into the fold, huh? Well, it would make getting information on this new kingdom that much easier they supposed. "What's it like? Being in a pack again?" --- 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] The Other Kind Of Bark