Myth in the Making

She was playing in the creek bed today, the water lower then it was last she remembered. Her paws were a little muddied, but she was determined to get a fish out of it. Of course, she didn't know how to fish, and after a few failed attempts and her inhaling more water then she liked, she abandoned it with frustration. Instead, she decided to walk along the bank, fur brushing against the reeds and knocking down the little fuzzy bits off the cattails. The plants were drier too, and she wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She could have sworn they were a bit greener and less dry the last time she was here a few days ago, but maybe it was just a thing that nature did.

Distracted by her endeavor to make as many fuzzies drop that she could get, she didn't notice that someone was practically upon her. It wasn't until she collided with the man's leg, falling back ungracefully on her rump that she noticed. "Ooww!" Grunting as she got up, she looked up to glare at the stranger, though that glare would quickly be replaced with bewilderment. This guy was tall! Even taller than her mom! Who was it!? "Who're you?"