Falls of the Hinterlands The best game ever

Zale was hungry. Though these valleys harboured copious amounts of rabbits and other creatures alike, the trees themselves were infuriatingly good at blockading his sprint and often caused him to gain a slap in the face whenever he tried to move in for the hunt. He grovelled softly to himself as he swiftly left the woodland, probably about how he wished trees would fly, before a loud slap of something hitting water caught his attention. He quirked an eyebrow, his head tilted, before stepping into a light jog towards the lake.

He stood at the water's edge for a good few minutes with a grin slowly creeping its way up his broad muzzle. What he saw was interesting, to say the least; what strange rabbits had tails like leaves and teeth the size of well... teeth? It was too good a tempting offer just to leave them be. They were trickie to get to, however, being out in the middle of the lake like that, and he didn't think the piles of sticks that seemed to be piled up here and there would hold his weight. Heck, it was worth a try though.

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"Wretched creatures," he spat out a mouthful of lake water as he hauled himself up onto the shore. He'd tried his best to corner one off yet, as predicted, the branches had snapped and he'd plunged head-first into the murky depths of the lagoon. However, he'd learned his lesson. With a final, disdainful glare, he gave his pelt a quick shake and trotted in the polar opposite direction.

@Jae-Hyeong

Is there anyway we could move this nearer to the Falls of the Hinterlands?

There had been silence. A tranquil air had managed to wash over Jae, giving her a cloak of peace and solitude. It was rare for her to have a moment such as this in which the painful murmurs would take a moment to let her ponder. She was grateful for these moments i some way, as they allowed her the time which she needed to strategize and plan. There couldn't have been more than a few moments before her train of thought was interrupted by the obnoxious sounds of a nearby wanderer.

A low growl began in her throat, though it sounded much louder in her ears. Her dark eyes snapped open and her gaurd hairs began to rise as she made her way down from her post and onto the ground, slowly beginning to pad toward the brute. Jae barked to let him know that she was near, then made post a few yards away.

Of course, I've tried to fix it so it makes somewhat sense. Set by the river between Cedar Sweep and the Falls.

He reached the riverside with his golden pelt dried in clumps, making him look even more bedraggled than when he'd emerged from his bathe in the lake. Stooping low, he let the very tip of his muzzle brush the surface of the water as he washed the collected residue off the his nose. Once he'd finished, he slumped, exhausted, as he rolled to one side and gripped the base of a stick that'd began to needle its way into his rump. It was fun, he supposed, being out on his own and away from moors. But even the best expeditions didn't come without their downsides.

Through jaded eyes he watched as a figure approached. The moorland boy didn't need her bark to know she was there, watching him like an angered snake. With a wry smile, he stretched and rolled up to recline onto his haunches all the while wondering in the back of his mind what he'd done to upset her. "Hey," he spoke and offered her a dash of his bi-coloured eyes, "the whole 'lying-in-wait' thing really suits you." With a shake of his head, his teeth flashed in a grin and he rose to his paws.