yuck, muck, and bad luck

Korona bounded through the muck, her galaxy and star's fur flecked with mud, but her spirits unsullied by the cold and wet. The recent rains had turned their southern home into a buggy boggy mess, but she relished the mire and the challenges of keeping her feet below her.

Hearing her father's call, she eagerly made her way to the dry patch where he stood, his imposing figure a familiar and exciting sight. What did he have in store!?

“Dad!” She barked, her bright amber eyes shining with anticipation. “Whatcha got cookin up?” She trotted up to him, shaking off some of the mud with a playful wag of her non-existent tail. She glanced around, wondering who else would join them, but focused quickly back on Gilgamesh, eager to prove herself. The muddy girl even gave him a snap of her teeth, complete with cheeky grin.

THE KRAKEN