take a bath, mud! [Bog]
HERE SHE IS
09-02-2021, 07:45 PM
The sound of wolf yips out of nowhere made the caiman freeze momentarily. She instinctively let out a soft hiss to warn the intruder but cut her threat short. Ah, it's just Bog. The little wolf was all over the place. She exhaled and tried to summon her patience. "Flowers... Mud is, ahh.. prepare, for winter times." She said, doing her best with the language of the wolves. "She cut too many." Detka blinked a warm amber eye at the wolf. He was such a little thing. Wolves didn't usually come in green, like a reptile. Green was about all they had in common. Detka was interested in serving and living with Mud, but that didn't mean she had some sort of comradery with all wolves. Most of them she found either perplexing or infuriating.
"You.. mm. You come to see her?" Detka asked as she swam. Speaking caused her to drop a few precious petals and she felt guilty for losing them. Maybe she could go back for them later. Maybe she could remind Mud to bring a bag when she explored. Bah.
They were getting close to Mud's den. Mud was planning a newer, bigger den, but this was where she called home for now. It was laboriously crafted by finding a perfect natural shape of mangroves that provided a covering. A smoke hole towards the center allowed for good ventilation. Mud and grasses were layered tediously to create walls to keep warm. A small window, which she created with her nose, for peeking outside. Various decorations covered the outside - beautiful stones, dried herbs, and flowers. Because of her herb collection, it smelled like a botanical dream. Racks and racks of plants hanging by the roots to dry layered the walls. Her bed was created from a few furs she collected from her various kills. She also had a small organized pile of shells, rocks, pieces of scrap - the pieces of her heart.
"You.. mm. You come to see her?" Detka asked as she swam. Speaking caused her to drop a few precious petals and she felt guilty for losing them. Maybe she could go back for them later. Maybe she could remind Mud to bring a bag when she explored. Bah.
They were getting close to Mud's den. Mud was planning a newer, bigger den, but this was where she called home for now. It was laboriously crafted by finding a perfect natural shape of mangroves that provided a covering. A smoke hole towards the center allowed for good ventilation. Mud and grasses were layered tediously to create walls to keep warm. A small window, which she created with her nose, for peeking outside. Various decorations covered the outside - beautiful stones, dried herbs, and flowers. Because of her herb collection, it smelled like a botanical dream. Racks and racks of plants hanging by the roots to dry layered the walls. Her bed was created from a few furs she collected from her various kills. She also had a small organized pile of shells, rocks, pieces of scrap - the pieces of her heart.