Black Morass mauritius

@Kovictus

reverend mother traipsed through the woodland. the swamp crest against her delicate paws, but it seemed to melt seldom away from her very presence. the morass thrummed with exceeding life, and it seemed, that their fortress would continue to thrive.

it was against the trees that she brushed her scent. laden thick with her husband's musk. she hadn't a reason to thrust her own pheromones— they were not nearly as strong as those of her gladiator.

she sought him today, where ever he may be, and wondered what kind of trouble he'd find himself in.