Larksong Grotto Arie

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As the sun beat down on the grotto, the humble Grand Vicar searched for ways to stay entertained-- and cool, for that matter. Her dark fur was a wonderful furnace, holding in heat and causing her to be scorching hot at almost all times. In an effort to combat the heat, Jhala decides that fishing is a good way to be useful and cool.

Jhala head to the stream that she and Skeet had learned to fish at, sniffing at the rocky sides with interest. Her tail wags fondly at the memories, but they're bittersweet. Her large, clumsy paws take steps onto the slippery rocks, her mind trailing off as she thinks about Skeet-- wondering where he was and if he was okay. Without meaning to, she steps on a rather jagged rock, yelping in shock and slight pain. The movement she makes when she reels her foot towards her chest catches the large girl off balance, and she slips into the stream with little grace. The water runs dark crimson, and at she sits herself off she feels a jolt of pain run through her shoulder. She glances to the rocks, seeing a line of red along the edge of one of the stones, before looking to her shoulder-- nice and gashed open. "Fuuuuck," the girl growls, doing the only thing she knew to do-- lick it clean.

But hey, at least she was cool.