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Ooc — Natalie
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She'd pretty much left any thoughts of the toad/frog behind as soon as she touched water. Kipling had other methods of cooling down. As she neared the stream she tumbled swiftly off her paws rolling into the creek, the bend here through the meadow was shallow enough that she had no worries of being carried away by the current. Shaking her fur out in a drenched wild mess of fur, she neglected to roll to her feet again. She'd been needing a bath anyway. Panting on her side, she was as chill as a dog cooling off by the poolside, too bad she was missing the shades.
She adjusted her head just enough so that she could lap up a nice gulp of water without having to stand, relishing the feel of water down her throat. A moment after Kipling's gaze returned back to her companion, having almost forgotten about the strange woman in her own fuss to enjoy their discovery.
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