Otatso Wetlands may I stand unshaken
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Ooc — Box
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It was gettin’ late. The crickets had started up their chirpin’, and the mosquitoes were humming in his ears. Water, rank and overly warm, was sank deep into his fur, darkening the gold to brass and the brown to black. But ‘Stang had never let some gross lukewarm water stop him before, so here he was, chest deep in this deep puddle he’d found, teeth dug into the flesh of a stick.

He tugged at it. The mud went schlorp, and didn't yield the prize to the youngin tugging at it. Mustang gave a frustrated snarlwhine, gnashing his jaws to try for a better grip on the stick. He yanked again.

Gimme.

Schlk

Gimme-!!

Shlack-!

Mustang tumbled back with the force of the stick being yanked free of its muddy prison, stumbling over his own coltish limbs and straight onto his back, never once releasing the stick, which turned out to be a branch that had been stuck. He chewed on it more if that was possible, laying flat on his back and staring up at the late evenin’ sky, a happy grin on his youthful face.
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Ooc — Jaclyn
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@Mustang hope this is not too old a thread to join! ^^

She returned from the North against her better judgment. These were dangerous lands, no place for a child — but she was no longer a child, and she knew of dangers far greater.

The branches of ancient trees talked in the breeze. Taktuq did not recognize these lands in full. She had been too young when she had left to remember. But she had recognized enough landmasses to know that she had come again into the Teekon Wilds.

This time, would she be ready?

Taktuq had heard the man’s ruckus before she had spotted him, and with a nerve she possessed most freely in these twilight hours, she drew near him now.

“You look happy,” she remarked, loud enough, she trusted, for him to hear.