Mudminnow River gonna make a scene

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she was not the type to simply relax- no, the girl would rather be somewhere, doing something. but something about the day, with it's steady and intense downpour that had lasted much of the day had sequestered the girl to more sheltered areas. only now did the clouds dissipate and the waning ray's of sun reach timidly to the earth- in evening, when much of the day had already passed. bird broke their silence to begin tender song that echoed in the soft evening, and there was a stillness about the land that had Dawn, for some reason or another, loath to disturb it. 

thus here she sat, watching the plain from the cover of a copse of budding poplars, her ears flicked toward every sound of interest, and she was stretched, sphinx-like, on the damp earth, listening to the faint movement of paws on earth as nearby packmates and fauna alike gradually shifted after the miserable day.