Black Morass upon restlessness;

"well. then now you know."

not quite a smile as she ducked her head again, trying to work out how best the clay might be carried back. "we may need a skin," agrippina admitted at last, rocking back to weary haunches.

cold settled around her ears. "do you think we can be quick at hunting?"

even a bloody pelt was better than nothing, but she did not like how hungry the shadows seemed now. even with karpos nearby.