I'm as restless as a willow in a rainstorm
02-13-2016, 01:22 PM
Locha sighed. Her head raised, paws kneading the ground, Locha looked out past the border of the prairie down to the far coast. The grasses swished around her, the gentle breeze bending them down to the ground as it blew from the sea. The beach was almost completely safe to visit now, although it would take a lot of work to clean up again. She loved the black sands that were her home, but she'd hardly left the prairie since the flood and she was restless. The woman was tired of eating all the prey from the land, she craved the saltiness of some fish! But, alas, here she was stuck, waiting for the flood water to recede. |
Art by Evelyn
