★ Something Awry at Firefly Lake [Hunting Event]
06-13-2019, 09:12 AM
Muses decided that she liked best the ponds surrounded by lush carpets of tall grass, where both birds and bugs meandered, unfettered by towering trees or mountain wall. She liked how there were no distractions, and how the small surrounding area was teaming with life. All this was based on how the eastern part of the mainland currently appeared. Choked by the persistent, summer-long drought, the grass was brittle and dry, and many had relocated towards the west in search of reprieve from the heat. Nonetheless, a puddle of the former Firefly pond remained, utterly enthralling for the ivory furred she-wolf who was unaccustomed to seeing spaces even less green than the dehydrated wetlands she found herself in.
It smelled oddly of fish, yet as Muses approached, she saw that the water had receded well past the border of cattails, exposing fish that were rapidly suffocating out of water. The hum of flies was easily discernible, covering her line of sight with a smattering of warm vibrations, comparably annoying to their droning buzz. It was a ghastly sight, though perhaps it had less of an impact on Muses than it did on the other wolf who had arrived there slightly before she had, undoubtedly drawn by the line of fishy odor, just as she had. Tipping her head, she surveyed his expression, absently wondering if she should adjust hers to fit as well. Instead, she shook out her coat in a dainty manner, and approached, clearly too eager to reach him, despite a visible attempt to reel herself in.
"Does this happen often to the pond?" She said, after finally having scooted close enough, her tone a medley of impish eagerness, genuine curiosity, and metered excitement. "There's so many fish just out on the banks of the pond. Will you take some to your home as well?" By that point, she was already stretching forward, tentatively aiming to drag a particularly large fish towards her; as an opportunist living in the harsh climates of the mountains and taiga, she was accustomed to taking risks with her food, though still inexperienced when it came to the world beyond her front door.
It smelled oddly of fish, yet as Muses approached, she saw that the water had receded well past the border of cattails, exposing fish that were rapidly suffocating out of water. The hum of flies was easily discernible, covering her line of sight with a smattering of warm vibrations, comparably annoying to their droning buzz. It was a ghastly sight, though perhaps it had less of an impact on Muses than it did on the other wolf who had arrived there slightly before she had, undoubtedly drawn by the line of fishy odor, just as she had. Tipping her head, she surveyed his expression, absently wondering if she should adjust hers to fit as well. Instead, she shook out her coat in a dainty manner, and approached, clearly too eager to reach him, despite a visible attempt to reel herself in.
"Does this happen often to the pond?" She said, after finally having scooted close enough, her tone a medley of impish eagerness, genuine curiosity, and metered excitement. "There's so many fish just out on the banks of the pond. Will you take some to your home as well?" By that point, she was already stretching forward, tentatively aiming to drag a particularly large fish towards her; as an opportunist living in the harsh climates of the mountains and taiga, she was accustomed to taking risks with her food, though still inexperienced when it came to the world beyond her front door.