Ears pricked back as pastel pink eyes focused down and below, all attention and patience zoned in on one thing. The murky and shallow pond before her. It was a small and hard thing to find, considering the meadow surrounding it was full of tall grasses. And the puddle itself was nothing glamorous, maybe as deep as her knees and as wide as a full grown mare.
But all the same, it was this simple puddle that had the one named Decaya all investigative and curious. Her green flesh twitched every now and then as a dragonfly would rest against her from flying. A subtle sign that she was even alive and not some petrified corpse standing around. But just what she was so focused on could be anyone's guess. Was it her own reflection? Or perhaps something moving just under the water's surface.....?
