Mudminnow River feelin’ kinda sunday

There was part of Druid that feared leaving Rivenwood again, as if her momentary departure had somehow invited the cougar’s attack. As that grisly scene faded in her rear view mirror, the trepidation eased and her determination grew. She meant to gather another cattail—two, ideally, one for @Witch and another for @Heda—and Druid would be lying to herself if she denied that she’d had her first taste of the wilderness and wanted more, colossal cats aside.

Cautiously, she departed the borders to venture along Mudminnow River once more. She remembered roughly where the cattails grew but became more than a little distracted by the distant honking of geese. Her mouth flooded with purple even as she realized, not without some confusion: was that noise coming from ground level versus somewhere overhead?

She tracked it around a river bend, stopping when she saw a cluster of geese further along the shore. She huffed under her breath when she noticed the cattails just beyond them, though Druid’s attention soon fixed upon the birds. Even from back here, she could tell they were much larger than she ever would have expected.

A faint breeze tickled past, drawing their odor into the young wolf’s nose. She abruptly realized this must mean she was upwind and she slowly lowered into a crouch, wondering if she could possibly attempt to capture one…