Wapun Meadow [BWP] love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you

BWP Post! Written by Lauren.

The rain that had been ransacking the valley the last two weeks had built up to the point Wapun was a floodland. Rivulets of water poured down from nearby vales and peaks, drawing with it the migration of those swept underfoot. Drowned earthworms. Stilled hares. The floating corpses of many woodchucks and marmots.

On the sluggish waters coursed, moving in a grim line towards Wapun's southern exit. The drowned bodies soldiered somberly on, silent save for the novel chorus of hundreds of frogs who now called Wapun home.