Curiosity took her further into unknown territory. Damsel was not one to feel fear, and she certainly was not one to stray away from a challenge.
Sniffing, snuffling, nose to the ground, she followed the trail of what she thought to be a weasel of sorts until she was met with the sight of a frozen over lake. Nothing out of the ordinary, but interesting nonetheless. It was good to know what was near the meadow, for as far as herself and her band were concerned anything they touched now belonged to them.
But there was a new question to be posed here; how does one claim water as her own? She stood still as a statue as she pondered this, momentarily spacing out and letting her usually constant guard down.
Sniffing, snuffling, nose to the ground, she followed the trail of what she thought to be a weasel of sorts until she was met with the sight of a frozen over lake. Nothing out of the ordinary, but interesting nonetheless. It was good to know what was near the meadow, for as far as herself and her band were concerned anything they touched now belonged to them.
But there was a new question to be posed here; how does one claim water as her own? She stood still as a statue as she pondered this, momentarily spacing out and letting her usually constant guard down.
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The creaking of a voiceless door - by Damsel - February 18, 2025, 01:28 AM