Akemi had just about enough of this mud. She slid in it, her tiny body coated in the stuff. It seemed like no matter where she trekked the mud wouldn’t leave her be. It was everywhere! Of course going closer to the river didn’t help... But something seemed to be dragging the woman out there. She just had a feeling today was a day to wanderer, to press herself to become stronger in some sort of way. While her initial thought was a spar, well, she was second guessing that now. There was no way she was going to gain enough purchase with the ground in this condition.
It seemed that she wasn’t the only one having some bad luck in all of this mud either. Up ahead she could spot a tan form, his back to her. At first glance it seemed he was laying down in the mud... But as she grew closer she noticed that he was stuck within the mud, and, on top of that, this wasn’t just any stranger. This was her lost child, Shiki.
Akemi would feel the mud give under her as she tried to rush before her little one. He wasn’t so little now, a grown adult in his own right, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t view him as her baby. She would end up slipping and sliding in the mud until she was beside him, her left side facing his right. She’d look down at him with her good eye and chuckle softly, speaking in a soft tone {as if their last encounter had gone much better than it actually had before}. “Need a paw?”
