Everything happens for a raisin

Everywhere Rip looked, it seemed like the plants were wilting. Once spry and lush vegetation was turning crunchy beneath his paws. While it was amusing to stomp through the Ravine making a racket and sending small animals skittering in his path... it didn't leave him a lot to play with when Sakana was trying to teach him how to make a poultice or a tea.

Speaking of, where was the brown man? Rip poked about in the healer's den, but for all his searching, the Sawbone was nowhere to be found. With a hurumph and a sigh, he left the Ravine and made his way across the Moor towards Wolfpaw Lake. Surely things would be better closer to the water. They had to be... right?

Even the lake seemed smaller than he remembered, though whether that was due to his increasing height, or an actual pending natural disaster was beyond his knowing. He squelched through the mud, savoring the cool squelch between his toes while he waded out to search for aquatic plants that might be useful. The water was a deep, muddy brown and had a stagnant smell to it, but that didn't mean there wasn't still something worth wading for out here.

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