Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Malalia* · 05-30-2020, 11:44 PM

Her dreams were filled with ghost girls and seas of long grass. Mal twitched in her sleep, softly whining there and again before settling into a deep silence. She was simply too exhausted to wake entirely, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be plagued with nightmarish visions. Luckily, she didn't often remember her dreams when she woke, fleeting as they were.

By the time she woke again, the winter sun was well along its westward path, beating down on the grasslands without a single cloud to mar its shine. Malalia blinked her eyes open. She yawned, turned her face away from the sunlight streaming through the entrance. She hadn't even made it two feet into her den before collapsing. With a forepaw, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, smacking her lips as she turned to exit the den and start her day.

She couldn't help but blink once, then twice as she poke her head out of the exit, tilting her head in amusement at the winged boy who'd collapsed a mere couple of steps from her doorway. Flicking her ears, she padded up to the boy, attempting to nudge his shoulder if he was still asleep. "I'm not sure how comfortable a bed of snow can be," she commented, half to herself.

"Speech"

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