Night will fall soon. The sky is a dulling blue gray, cold and deathlike, with veins of pink and orange fading weakly into the western horizon. The she-warrior pads silently in the damp grass until she becomes aware that the earth underfoot is softening with gathering moisture. Her plan, initially, was to seek water before finding shelter for the night. Aela undoubtedly has found water but not from the most pure and pleasant of sources, she realizes, picking up a front paw and noting her print left behind in the mud, pads caked in thick, dark muck. A soft sigh escapes her. However, the girl opts to press forward, at least until she finds an area deep enough and fresh enough to drink from. Then, she will find shelter.
she picks her way along the morass in the fading @Evening light.
she picks her way along the morass in the fading @Evening light.
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