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Soon enough, his nose would eventually lead him to where he wanted to be. Large frame would part the undergrowth below him, revealing the vixen whose gaze was already looking in his direction. His head would rise from sniffing the earth and double-tails would wag in greeting, a smile upon his face, "I vound you," he'd say, glad his nose hasn't led him astray, "are you busy? I bring your gift," he would begin to take the scarf off himself, keeping it suspended in the air so it wouldn't touch the muddy ground, "it's vaterproof, so it can air dry." |
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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