Moonlit Bath

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The willows swayed gently through the area, a summer breeze sweeping over the pair that found themselves crossing the territory. Lyric herself was a bit disoriented after getting stuck in the tar pits, but she was content where she lay, being carried by Alpine toward the nearest source of water. Soothed by his scent despite the discomfort that racked her body, and the worry left her as she heard the kitten mewl from some far off direction - that was how it sounded to her despite the babe being kept in Alpine's mouth. She had tried to talk to the male again after her initial thanks for saving her life, but she had gone silent, too tired to speak, and with the tar beginning to dry and itch in places she didn't want to complain either. 'Alpine...' What would she have done if he hadn't shown up? If he wasn't there?


She would sigh into his fur, doing her best to make sure that she was gathered on him in a way that would not make it difficult for him - but there wasn't much that she could do when it was so hard to move. Lethargic, she was incredibly thirsty and wanted nothing more than to drink in the entirety of Wolfpaw Lake. 'Home...' Oh mother would have a fit if she found out about this, and she couldn't even imagine what Surreal would say. Would her sister think her daft for trying to save the life of a kitten the way she had? For being clumsy enough to fall in?


Did Alpine?


She hoped that he wouldn't regret telling her that he fancied her - realize that she was naive and too kind and there wasn't enough to her that was strong or tough like there was to the rest of her family. As the moon rose higher into the sky, doubts began to circle her thoughts, and she would whine faintly from where she lay strewn over Alpine's back.


The western edge of the Rio Grande ran just beside the Willows, a ways off from the pond, but a better option for rinsing the woman off. It ran near the ocean, and would sweep the tar away where it couldn't poison the water source like it would the pond. "Just a little... further." She would whisper near the man's ear, nudging his head in the direction of the river. "Don't want to... hurt the willows." The roots of the trees surely fed off of the pond and the water within it - her words were soft, somewhat slurred, but she was sure of her decision. Hopefully the brute wouldn't mind. "You c'n put me down, I can make it that far." She would say, gathering her wits about her, and doing her best to gather her strength. "S'rry." It was getting a bit hard to speak through her dry, somewhat sticky mouth. Even though she wasn't drowning anymore, the tar was still making things harder.