Rubbish collection

She let him to the stream without incident. The sights of strewn items became a less common occurrence the further they moved from the Col. she trotted to the bank and sat down. Leaning her paws over into the water as she carefully worked out the dirt from the cloth. Rubbing it gently, then wringing it out, and starting again. She brought it up to her nose and took a sniff, her nose wrinkling. It no longer smelled right, but perhaps the cured leopard coat scent would one day return to it.

“It’s more crisp, and clear here” She agreed, looking up at her shoulder over at Malik. “Maybe it’s because were higher up?” she suggested. If there was one thing she knew, it was the sights at night. It was the daytime things that were often still a mystery to her. “So, you want to train to be a mighty fighter?” she asked conversationally.


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