Otter Creek Look up when flocks of birds are in the sky—

The sun threatened to rise over the mountain soon.

Here she could believe it night for a while longer.

Jakoul weaved along the creek like someone had set her on fire. Ripping along the lands, her limp the only thing holding her back from full potential. It also proved to exhaust her quicker than she would have liked. So she crashed into the water without a second thought, hoped to find somewhere deep enough to become nearly submerged. This would prove difficult and eventually she'd settle for simply laying in the shallows, underside soaked as the water moved around her.

The coolness of it a welcome relief from the humidity in the air.

A sound warbled in her throat. Delighted, relieved.