don't eat the yellow snow

Mortis pinned her down with surprising ease. She must have been so distracted with what she thought was her upcoming victory. She hadn’t seen his tackle coming, and suffered for it. He looked down at her, laughing gently, as she screamed at him, and bucked him off. He let her do so, leaping free, and offering her a shoulder up, if she wanted it. “Mud monster wiiiins” he said with a laugh.

“I’ve got to take a bath, if you want to help me make the fire in the communal pit, we can warm ourselves there, because… your going to need a bath too, actually” he said, snickering lightly. Of course, he would never actually make her roll in a cow paddy. Maybe they could think of something different. “Say, you can roll in a cow paddy, or we can see who can tell the scariest ghost story.”