Seaside Moors it will come back

val's affectionate lick was merely tolerated - for a moment he became concerned for chacal, before he realized that pinched expression was nausea.

oh, right. he stunk. now it was mixed with bog juices and general nastiness. no wonder she nearly upchucked when he got close.

watching regin slink away, val considered following her -- but in the end, it was his sun-caped hero he flounced after. it took no time at all from him to go to sodden and downtrodden, to very cheerful and playful. it may have been an eventful morning for them all, but it took valravn no time at all to forget his embarrassment of nearly being drowned, and before long he was vigorously rolling in the dust and playfully chewing sticks as he followed his sister back home.