Swamp princess
11-01-2015, 01:07 AM
The child only grunted in response to the woman, trying to hold back the anger-mixed embarrassment welling inside of her. It wasn't her fault the swamp had to be where it was - she didn't decide its location. Who would put such a murky place next to her home anyway? Well, she was the one who ventured through it, and unfortunately got herself covered with muck as a result of her careless actions. As for the bath, she'd have to find a stream to rinse herself off before going anywhere near her mother. Being dirty was one thing, but wandering alone was another, probably much more worse. It was noticeable too; had it not been for the filth she might have gotten away with her disobedience.
When help was offered, the girl rejected it with a shake of her head, continuing to act stuck-up. "I can do it myself," she quietly spat with a conceited expression, narrowing her gaze at the woman. Desperate to prove her independence, she hauled herself to her paws, feeling the warm sludge drip from her soaked limbs. Not only did she have to wash it off, she also had to eliminate the putrid odour - it clung to her fur and made her nostrils burn from inhaling its strength. Throughout this, her scarlet eyes never left the female. What was she? A pup? She could look after herself just fine; her clumsiness happened to be one of those random moments.
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