Starting fires wherever we go

At the mention of mangroves, her ears perked, she had seen them from a distance, but hadn’t get ventured in there, remembering her mothers tales of great toothed lizards and giant fish with teeth larger than her paw. "Have you ever seen any sharks in there?" She couldn’t keep the hint of wonder from her voice. For all that she loved the ocean, it was tales of sharks and blackfish that left her hesitant to wade in too deep. "Ma’ spent some time in Torbine, where our gran’ma was from, an’ she said th’ mangroves there had a big ol’ bullshark that liked ter eat wolves that went swimmin’ in there, there was even one wolf that was missing a whole leg! Could yer imagine? Gettin’ ‘round without a leg for the rest of yer life because y’ went fishin’ in th’ wrong spot?" Her excitement had her so caught up, that she had begun to run her words together in the way her mother did. It was a habit she tried hard not to fall into now she was away from home, but it was easier to speak quickly if you only had to worry about half the sounds sometimes.

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