Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

PP w/dearest mica's permission

In the full sun, the true extent of how filthy they were came to light. Where normally Sriracha's coat burned a bright copper, the mud had dulled and darkened it. Against his mask his eyes were brilliant, shining like gold in the sunlight. He shook himself as Ocra did, flinging mud every which way. He felt much better afterwards, and turned to her with a brilliant grin.

Ocracoke! he exclaimed. I didn't see it earlier, but you're beautiful! Sriracha did another little shake, loosening some mud dingleberries clinging to his underside. And you're brave, too. You were a good choice, compañera. I have an idea. We should split up and learn the lay of the land. It was only smart to know what they were walking into. In the distance he saw a ragged line of mountains. With his nose, he indicated the very last one. Shall we meet up there in a few days? Seems like a good rendezvous point to me.

Ocra agreed and then they both split that popsickle stand. Hell yeah.