Wicked Wicked
05-09-2017, 09:00 PM
To wander the muggy wilds of a swamp was hardly at the top of her to-do list. Alas, it was the ideal place to find herbs, and being in a new land meant she was dreadfully lacking in stocked - well, anything. She had nada, zip, nothing with which to do much of anything and it made her nervous to be so dreadfully unprepared should she end up needing something and not have it. So here she was, picking her way through muck that slurped and squelched, trying its darnedest to take hold of her paws and not let go. Let it be worth it, please please please. If she came away with empty paws... Well, hopefully that wouldn't happen. She was nearly on top of the little patch of owned space before she noticed the signs of someone staking their claim. The scent markers were what brought her back from gazing at her mud-covered paws and grimacing. Peering about, the Abraxas woman found quite the little set-up. Painted rocks, staged skulls, a meticulously crafted space greeted her with it's dark appearance. What sort of wolf lived in such a space? There was only one way to find out, and now that this strangers little plot had her attention she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. A loud bark broke up the silence to summon whoever resided here. |
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