Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

oh lovely, this mud-splattered shitshow has an audience. trying to compose herself, she blinks slowly at the pale woman, emerald gaze glowing despite the muck. you have come at a bad time, she jokes, her voice rueful. you should come back when i have something to show for my efforts. she shakes the droplets from her ruff and begins to pace toward the other, nostrils flaring.

ah, this one has friends. she is more intrigued than unnerved at the prospect, and flashes a smile her way--just an innocent girl in the mud. you look in fine health, tasha remarks, dipping her muzzle toward the woman's burly figure. it will serve you well, when the winter comes. who are you?