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Aspen Wreckage

The woods seemed to enclose themselves around the young traveler; last light of day barely breaking through the thick canopy above. The roots of trees stuck up out of the ground and intertwined across the mangrove, creating a tricky landscape throughout the vast area. Charcoal paws stepped with care, keeping her touch light as she moved across the grove; one wrong step could easily gain a twisted ankle and Aspen was not in the position to deal with such an injury. But arctic eyes were entranced with the delicate beauty that was laid out before her. It was a twisted, ever intertwining mess, but it held a unique characteristic that wouldn't be found anywhere else. It was that fact alone, that begged Aspen to venture farther into the wood.

Small frame was able to easily slip between the trees and running streams, but the land was so moist around the waters edge, she would no doubt make a wrong step in slip in eventually. So Aspen took to walking along the budding roots. It was delicate work, but it kept her dry and easily moving along the mangrove, hopping from root to root, one paw in front of the other. Her eyes followed the flow of the water, noticing how the roots practically stretched from yards away just to dip their tips into the crisp water. It was amazing to know how trees worked so hard, if not extremely slow, to achieve their goals. Walking along one of said roots, Aspen came up to waterway and allowed herself to lap up some of the fresh water for herself. It was summer after all. Even if she was hidden in the shade, dark pelted coat soaked up ever ray of sunshine and the thickness just asked the humidity to cling to her.