Dirty and Gross

Ears and eyes shifted as a brute of crimson showed himself. Dundee, the tasmanian devil, released a grating, raucous snarl of warning as only a devil could. He didn't like others coming too close to Star, which was something that the striped Dunamis appreciated. She wouldn't tell the little creature to back down, but she would give him a nod so that he could be at ease. If the red brute tried anything, Dundee wouldn't hesitate. Nor would Merlin up above, the peregrine circling dutifully.

"Hello," she replied in kind, a soft smile on delicate features. The woman then turned her attention back to the muddied lake. "I wonder why the rocks move," she mused aloud, her gaze following the track marks through the mud. It was a strange thing and she'd never heard of moving rocks before. Mmm... would she have to get dirty? Stepping out onto the crusted over lake bed, even Stars meager weight pushed through. Her paws were muddied, but it was worth it as she made her way to one of the rocks. She pushed at it, half expecting some strange texture, but it felt just the same as any other rock. With one paw, she pushed that rock down beneath the crusted top of the lake and it disappeared into the mud. Only then did she made her way back to the edge, her brows drawn together in contemplation.

"Starchild Dunamis"