Greatwater Lake waka-ush

oooo i love your table pic~

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She drank her fill and while her muzzle was at the waters, she watched for fish only to spot brazen little minnows so came darting up to her legs even. Some traveled in little groups, others flew solo. Either way, those were not worth catching. The best she saw was a small bluegill, but like the minnows, she deemed it not worthwhile.

The female confirmed herself to be from Silvertip. Ame nodded as small drops of water fell from her muzzle. I suspected I smelled Jinx, she replied knowingly. I am pleased to see her claim lasting, and her wolves evidently plentiful enough for me to run into them now and again. No others had done that mountain justice, before her.. she mentioned. Ame had a strange soft spot for Silvertip, and likely always would. She could only justify it by having liked the energy there, but to most, this was probably not a good enough explanation. To her, it just.. was.