Do Your Worst

For once Aerndis thought she'd take a break from hunting and do a little exploration. It wasn't often she found herself well fed but after gorging on fish and a half-eaten mountain lion kill she was more sated than she had been in awhile. With fish still slightly on her mind she'd maneuvered into the strange sights and smells of the swampland. Evening was falling and with it a thick fog that clung to the ground and billowed slowly up into the air. She growled. Stupid fog! It just figured she'd go out exploring and her vision would immediately be impacted by the weather.

Cursing she scrambled over a log she managed to avoid sinking into swampier water, almost. Her left hind leg slipped into the slimy muck with a gurgling, sucking sound. Aerndis wrinkled her nose. Ok, she wasn't much of a fan of swamps. Hopefully they at least held tasty critters.  With a huff and a pull she hoisted her leg free and shook it to rid herself of the muck. As she was going about this business she heard the sound of something large moving through the water. Aerndis' ears flicked back as she cautiously stalked toward the sound.

Her eyes strained to see ahead and when they succeded she saw a large, shadowy figure. A moose! It had to be this fabled moose she'd heard tell of! A young one by the looks of it. It didn't even dawn on her that she was too far south to see a moose that wasn't at least ailing of brain worms or that what she thought were majestic antlers were actually branches stretching out behind the mans head. No, thrilled at the prospect of finally seeing a moose she threw caution to the winds and sprung. Only about mid leap did she realize she was pouncing on her grandfather and by that point it was too late for her to change course.



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