Broken Antler Fen swamp beaver

WELP but guess what, i wanna thread w u again D:

"maia," the raven began, stricken, but it was too late. she wouldn't make a further mess than the shit she'd just tracked all over the place. 
for a long time she stood quietly, eventually taking slow steps toward the furthest border, where she would linger under the guise of a patrol until nightfall came to veil her shame.