"Oh! Where do you find those ones?" Dos asked curiously. She'd only discovered the grubs in the ground by accident - digging through the earth and rolling in the mud as a much younger kit and scraping one out of the hole she'd dug. The creature had gotten caught beneath her claws and she'd licked it free from the edge of her claws and discovered the bugs were actually pretty good - so she'd never actually tried eating any crunchy bugs. Except ants, she supposes. Dos had licked up a few trails of ants when she'd tried catching mice and failed a few times before she learned how to stalk properly. "The squirmy ones are big, and you can find them everywhere!" "I think it's cool," Dos said enthusiastically. She doesn't want him to think she doesn't like the gift just because it didn't match her fur! She sat down, tilting her head in the other direction as she listened - she didn't wear articles like this often, her mother never saw the point. Their fur was thick and plush and very good for handling most weather conditions - at most, clothes would just make them hot. And admittedly, Dos could already see where she was coming from given her thick, winter coat was starting to come in, but she also didn't want to take the scarf off. Sneaking a glance at her reflection in the river made her puff up a little in pride. "Oh! I didn't think of that! That's a good idea - even if stealing my stormbead would be bad for the thief too." Dos giggled at the idea of a thief attempt to snatch it from her neck, only for the latent electricity caught inside the bead to immediately explode out and shock them. Her large ears remained swiveling around, trying to pick up all the sounds around them at once - Dos wasn't exactly a 'still creature.' Even when she sat down, her ears were on the move, always picking up on the sounds around her. "Yeah, this time!" Dos said happily. "I was super happy that mama and Uno came with me! I like this forest a lot - there's more prey here, and I don't have to go super far to chase rabbits, the fields are close, and I can make lanterns and chase mice-" She wagged her double tails with a light panting. --- 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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