Blacktail Deer Plateau Searching for a Pigment of truth beneath my skin

Lunaria sighed wearily, walking over towards the larger female and shaking the water from her dark pelt. It was foolish to think that this flooding would all stop sooner or later, but then it carried on for longer — days turning to weeks and now spanning into the entire month. At this rate she'd better start hunting in larger batches; afterall, attempting to go towards higher land for those goats might mean danger.

As she made her way behind Macaria, she'd drop the pair of ducks she'd managed to catch by a lake on the way here. "This rain isn't letting up anytime soon. Hopefully the waters don't become any higher than this." She said to the female with yet another sigh and a weak chuckle, sitting down beside her.