drunk on the good life

ooc. liquid timing this to a lil closer to springtime, if not right in the spring

Today, the adventure was closer to home. The littler pups were sticking close to the den, but the girl couldn't shake her wanderlust. So, she just took a trip to the caves down the way. They were pretty close to home, and she hadn't been there yet. Sathanus said there were some neato paintings there, but had told her after that if she told anyone that Sath liked them Sath would eat her.

So she told everyone she just wanted to see the other caves. Nothing about pretty pictures. Exaggerated strides carried her into the maw of the caverns, legs waddling to the sides for no reason at all. Kicking one out, then the other, she kept going. Where were the pretty pictures? Wait- what was that? Forget pictures, this was amazing.

Bounding closer, she inspected the strange little thingie. It was growing on the floor, next to a lil puddle. It had a long stalk, like a flower, or a tree. But instead of a flower or branches, there was a big hat on it. There was no grass on the hat, or anything else. There were also more of them further back, little ones that looked like eyes in the shadows. Oh no, don't think about eyes. That's scary. One pale paw stretched out, only shaking a little bit. She prodded it sharply, and immediately recoiled. It wobbled a bit, and stood still again.

"What's you?" She demanded of the small thing, frowning at it.

ooc. (again) it is a mushroom