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His tails continued to wag upon seeing Dos' jovial response. When he saw them begin to slip on the mud, he instinctively leaned forward and lowered his head to try and catch them in case they fell, but it wouldn't be necessary - Dos had it. Gabriel wasn't really a fan of the squirmy kind, "I zink ze crunchy ones are better," came the casual jest. for the rare moments when he actuallydoes eat bugs. They're a good source of protein when meat is out of reach. He'd let gravity lower the scarf around their neck, leg lowering back to the ground as he watched Dos wrap it to better fit. A small, deep chuckle is given at the pose, "you look fan-tast-stic. Hmm, maybe I should have hunted redder rabbits," as it was, it didn't blend in to their fur all too well. But, maybe the colors not matching is actually better? He wasn't a fashion designer. "Aside vrom keeping you varm, it could also help you hide your necklace. In case you're around people who may try to steal vhat zey can," then they'd just try to steal the scarf instead. But better the scarf than the necklace hiding underneath, right? Looking around, all Gabriel could see was pebbles, wet earth, and the muddy river. Clouds overhead kept the area cool with a low breeze. The breeze caused the various foliage to give off the soft swaying noises, which hid the sound of approaching scuttling noises... "were you born here? In Argaia, I mean." |
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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