[Eivor has just come back from tracking the shredder moles' movements, the fur covering her winingas caked in the same acidic mud. She is carrying a rain shield down at her side, borrowed from Rémi's supply, with her own shield, emblazoned with a pair of ravens, strapped to her back.
She's tired and looking forward to the relative comfort of a hammock, but seeing a girl wandering about out here, covered in mud, is enough to get her to slow her pace.]
The Mud Prompt
She's tired and looking forward to the relative comfort of a hammock, but seeing a girl wandering about out here, covered in mud, is enough to get her to slow her pace.]
Are you well?