Seaside Moors it will come back

into the reeds the boy went, flinging himself to and from with blind desperation. somewhere nearby chacal streaked past, but valravn scarcely noticed her.

of course, the solution might have been water -- but valravn was balefully terrified still of the ocean, and felt his insides wither at the prospect of a bath. "maaaahman!" he cried pitifully as he traipsed past the unflinching regin. a waft of ripe scent rose from his fur, forceful as a fist.

throwing himself into the loamy soil, valravn began to rub his cheeks this way and that, until at last he resembled a bog monster doused in mud rather than boy.