Raven's Watch Shinåb

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The golden-brows of the uncoordinated Wormwood were lit ablaze by the crashing sun in turn almost glowing against the water. Unlike she and her companion, his own hunts had been quiet poor of late. Not that he was starving, though he definitely could do with a good meal to silence the ache that gnawed within. The most recent attempt on record had left his coat smothered in dry muck, from a less than gracefully slip and slide through a recent wet patch of earth.

Which had left him facing side down in mud, and now, was removing it with water up to his mid stomach and soft chewing of his affected fur to dislodge what remained of that poor memory.