Otter Creek Pour another drink 'til there's nothing left

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i feel this title is oddly fitting bahah @Fennec

Reyson had left before the dawn had played peek a boo with the sky. He had pressed forward over mountains and through fields and forests until his paws were bloody and his body tired. But he had no idea what else to do. He wasn't even sure fully what was wrong with him. He was just pissed, and irritated and sad and ashamed and everything inbetween and he absolutely fucking hated it.

He took a deep breath and another as he slowed. As the sun pressed upon him. He stopped for a drink. Large scarred head down towards the frosted lime of cold current. Tattered ears twitching and moving as he was overly vigilant. But pushing it aside or trying.