Noctisardor Bypass my throat is a beehive pitched in the river

Even with the beginning of spring, the weather still cool, it doesn’t match the burly winters Florence is used to. With the added bonus of the sea nearby, a constant wind ripping from the ocean, the mild weather of the teekon is far from comfortable. Her tongue hands from the side of her mouth as she moves and periodically she stops to try and cool down. Her coat had yet to fully shed for spring, generations building it up for harsh conditions.

The waft of fresh water catches her attention with a gust, ruffling her fur. Florence stands on tired paws, taking a moment to feel the breeze whisper through her coat. 

Florence shakes and stumbles a few steps forward, the water materializing in the distance that gives her a new, sudden burst of energy. Something between a skip and a gallop, the white girl rushes forward until her feet slide in the mud and she’s nearly up to her elbows in cool water. Her head drops, tongue lapping water before she eventually settles herself down into chilly mud.

@Harlyn.