"Oh! Dos said, distracted from whatever it was crunching deeper into the woods. It wasn't really all that important given Mr. Gabriel was approaching her and oh! He had something! She yipped her greeting to him, wagging her twin tails happily as she happily started bouncing back across the rocks to the inner side of the shore. Her paws slid in the mud on impact, sending her skating a bit forward, but she had expected it this time and let the momentum carry her just slightly past the horned wolf. "You found me! I was catching bugs - they're so squirmy and hidden in the dirt, and it's fun to try and find them. And some of them are yummy!" Dos gasped dramatically at the sight of her gift, happily moving forward, so the fabric could drape around her neck. She had to toss it around a couple of times since it was wayy long than she was at the moment, but she managed it anyway. The vixen posed proudly, raising a paw and curling her tails over her back in a smug manner. "How do I look?" she asked brightly. --- Speech. |
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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