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

wapun meadow had, over the years, been an oft-frequented place for the blackbird -- yet never had it been so deeply underwater.

astara had noticed the ground at bearclaw's entrance was sodden; the longer she walked, the deeper the water appeared -- until at last she was wading pastern-high, and the ground under her feed responded to each trespass with little squish-shquelch-sqhisshh noises as she went.

tracking her daughter was impossible given the massive puddle that was wapun, but astara at last heard her daughter's howl. honing in on her russet daughter, astara watched for a moment as avicus seized a bloated squirrel and crawls to semi-dry ground, eating with a greedy gusto that had astara's muzzle upturn in a grin.

she had paid no heed so far to the frogs that parted from her path like dark ribbiting waves, but now, seeing the game and the opportunity it presented for her daughter, astara unfurled her fangs and lunged into the crowd with a grin.