yuck, muck, and bad luck

At this point she was almost convinced Urtur was leading her the wrong direction on purpose. Why would dad be in the muddy mucky estuary when it was so cold out? Sure, she didn't know what real cold was, not like in the mountains, but it was cold by her standards to date.

She was pleasantly surprised when it turned out she had been wrong, her dads call bouncing off the Estuary as she corrected her course to join him. Of course, Kor and Cor had beaten her, but she wouldn't let that rain on her parade. She bounded over to her dad, jumping up to nip at his chin a few times, her tail sweeping through the dirt at their feet before dropping down to a sit almost on his toes. "Yeah! what'rewedoin'?"

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