Two Rivers Isle Rip Roaring and wild

Sadey never went far from teh den Colt had found for them. She stayed near. Though today she walked towards the water. She smelled like Colt and heaven help her she hated it. The birch root he always chewed had sunk into her fur and it disgusted her.

So with a gentle step, she submerged herself in a shallow end, running cooling water across her head and ears and into her white fur. The scars upon her side showing up bold and pink. The others following suit, but she felt better. She found a patch of sun to lay out in and with a small little shuffle she settled and closed her eyes.