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He did not need to say much before she was in, no argument from her! The water pooled at her elbows, but Pangur went far deeper; quite literally, she submerged herself, laying down and making sure not a single speck on her face would be missed. Her face! Which had to look sweet and inviting and pretty! Not blood-stained, like some crazed warrior, come to frighten forneskja's puppies. She lifted her head from the water after a brief moment, watching it drip from the ends of her fur before giving a brief shake.

It is so nice-uh... She groaned and leaned back. The red from the hunt faded in the pools, wide, river-like streaks that disappeared as soon as she let her paw swish the water around. Oh sweet cleanliness...

Well, the gods were kind to put this here... she commented with a grin, the sort of giddy lightness that followed when fatigue wore heavy. And to not have us be killed today, of course. Pangur shifted to lie on her side in the water. They have blessed us a thousand ways. I think they want to bless us still, but we should make an offering, soon, to keep their favour. She suggested, a casual flick of her ear.

The gods were resplendent and yet, they could fickle when they wanted to be.