Firefly Ravine Aue, aue

normally, murgash preferred the sea-side affair: yet, even he had eaten his fill of rotted fish, and the glut of their carcasses showed no indication of abating any time soon. he pined for turf, not surf, and had made his way inland. he had trailed (pathetically and half-heartedly) what appeared to be an oft-used deer trail; yet poor hunter that he was, he lost the scent close to a swallowing ravine.

he stopped short of the crevasse, peering down somewhat curiously. it'd be fun to push someone down there, or maybe one of doe's puppies -- as he thought these things he heard a wild whoop that caused him to yank his head up sharply.

he peered up and down the ravine's edge until he spotted a small thing on the opposite side. he hoped it was food, but he was used to disappointment, and as he trotted closer he saw it was a puppy. his eyesight was so poor he could only make out her figure, but he offered a loud whoop in return: "whoo-ooo--huuu-OOOP!"