Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

arunik'ra fell in step behind eshamun, appreciative of the gentle pace the ekar-aji had adopted. arunik'ra's paws were still raw from their trek, and her limbs sore -- it would take many days for the exhaustion their travel had induced upon them to entirely leave their bodies.

but it was all for a good cause: molech's cause.

the stream seemed as good an idea as any, and when they neared the soft coursing of the river's bank arunik'ra could not help herself -- she tossed her limber body into the cold and rejoiced, for it brought a sharp clarity to her senses that her fatigued had fogged. "oh, look at me, silly as a pup." the scarlet priestess proclaimed, splashing the water with a lean forelimb: "i've gone and chased the food away." she turned her slender muzzle upriver, wondering if her outburst had affected any of the fish up stream.