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Larkspur flicked their ear, allowing the subject to shift away seamlessly. It's alright, the chocolate wolf would ask Reed or linger along the border for more detailed information about what it was like to live in that pack from someone else. Besides, they would probably want to prod at the other widely known pack in the area given how much closer it was to the bay where Balthazar stayed and get a general idea of what the rules and daily life were like. "Ah..." Larkspur murmured, attempting to suppress the discomfort and pulsing sensation of grief in their chest. They shook their head, drawing their cobalt gaze up to a spot just beyond their sibling's face as they rolled the idea through their head. "I'm afraid I don't. I never made it home. There was a flood and I was dragged under - when I awoke, I was in this world. As far as I know, the plateau doesn't even exist here." --- 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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