Danger Zone

Dammit all.

The further into Spring it became, the more and more the river had begun to over flow. This part of the territory was pretty much a lake this part, hidden by the grasses. A large swampland, that was more like it. All of his members who had settled here had been drawn out of their dens, but even the plains was marshy from the lake. It would seem that only the Thickets was any use to them at this point, even though the ground was soft and coated in mud. The pale man sighed, his once pale legs now seemingly always coated in mud. He was going to start looking like Sparrow at this point. Narrowing his golden gaze, he swept across the rapids, looking for anything or anyone who may have become trapped in the murky waters. It was now pretty much off limits, even the strongest swimmer could get swept away with ease by the now torrential river. All prey had fled these parts, but he never knew if something accidentally wandered into the death trap. He made it part of his daily routine now, to check these flooded lands to make sure that they didn't lose anyone to it. The last time the river had flooded he had lost Chrono, and he wasn't about to add another wolf to that list.

Sniffling, Bass pulled himself off of the rock that had become his perch, carefully picking his way down to the semi-solid ground. The mud sucked at his legs and threatened to pull him into the soft earth, his ears pinning back to his head at the mere effort of walking. At times he got so stuck that he felt like he was going to dislocate his shoulder just trying to yank his limb out of the mud. Dirty tail swung behind him as he made his way to the border of the plains and the rapids, the ground not as soft here. He could actually move with a bit of ease, while still keeping his eye out for anyone in danger. This was going to be a long spring, and after the harsh winter it was really the last thing he wanted on his plate.

"Speech"
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