Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

pre calling to lch

Quill meandered outside of the Moor, sniffing her way to where the waters lay. The sun was now beginning to set, and she moved on the uneven landscape surrounded by colors of every sort on her search for something to drink. Soon the hills gave way to flatlands, and water was in sight. Quill sprinted the short distance left toward the waters, scaring a flock of geese into flight in the process. Distractedly she snapped at one but there was no reward for her meager effort, and she instead took to the task at hand: drinking.

Her ears flicked as she listened around her for signs of anything else. Other prey, predators, or perhaps someone of her species might be around. The land was plenty big... but she was drinking rapidly, to the point of where she paused to wretch, legs splayed. The female did not learn, it would seem. Immediately after she began to drink again, as if she hadn't drank in days. Which she had not.