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Aaa.. they must reserve me a place in Valhalla. Pangur let herself drift back in the water, only her head peaking above while she maintained her overtired amuse. They had proved much in the eyes of the gods today; she hoped they were all watching.

She pulled herself from below the surface a little, sitting back on her haunches first, though when she noticed a strange lightness to a particular spot, she would rise and walk to the grass. From the unruly fur of her nape, her lucky rune came loose, the sap that kept it there washed away in the warm water of the springs. She let it fall gently to the dirt, careful not to lose it.

You sound like you've got an idea. She turned back, re-entering the water, not yet willing to give it up.