Cricket Creek Bog .gods_among_us

@Charmaigne i am sorry for the wait. i'll archive this. let me know if you'd like to continue. <3

arunik'ra had no intention of getting closer to the mire, though her curiosity for the female remained riveted. if it came to it, she would choose dry ground over company, as she was a glutton for comfort and drew no succor from the damp.

it seemed the mudlogged wolf was lost, though not at all distraught. arunik'ra liked the strangeness of her tongue; it reminded her of the foreigners that oft crossed her homeland.

"the sea, then, is that way." she pointed with an angled paw. "to the south, the mountains and mire grows deeper. if i were you, i'd go along the coast. less wolves and packs, less obstacles and barriers, and plenty of food." that was the extent of arunik'ra's charity -- with a whip of her lashlike tail the red priestess smiled and turned, heading towards the malkaria for the afternoon ritual.