Totoka River Hold my hand, it's a long way down

forward-dated summore @Thyri

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The drum of riverwater, the smell of drinkable fluid, had come just in time to the relief of Grievous, who had gone several days now without anything but the taste of salt and sand on his tongue. His pace among the dune quickened, kicking up splashes of finely warmed granules as he strode across the shoreline to the green stretch that would eventually head him to freshwater. His paws were welcomed by the flora, as dirt gave way to grass, and his toes steadily lost the clumps of sand and shedding fur that had collected there during his long trek down the beach.

It wouldn’t be too long, he thought, before he would turn back west— or maybe something out this way might make him forget about the coolwood he had thought to abandon. Would the journey back be worth it if he had not a soul but himself to tend to? His tail lashed as the sun-bathed moorland began to sprout trees in the distance, and he briefly forgot his imperious whims as his mind instead focused in on one, inerrable fact: water was near.

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