The sticky mess of that was the so called ground clung to every paw step Kumo took. It made walking more of a task than really it should have been. Grumpily the light colored hyena made his way through the murk and muck any ways. That pouch was very important since it held some herbs Kumo heavily believed he would need. Making a pouch like that had not been an easy task. Kumo did not want to have to remake something like that.
Success would be his if he could get to the pouch. Kumo felt it and so he carried onward toward the directions the wind blew.
A figure up ahead had him stop and tilt his head to the side. Something familiar and yet something not familiar. She had a mane full of blue from what Kumo could tell. It was almost like the female glowed sort of like him. Her contrast was a great dealer more than his though. Kumo's light tan sort of cream pelt did not contrast like her dark one.
Reluctantly, he took a few more paw steps forward. The pouch had almost all but been forgotten. He only stopped when the whites of her eyes became noticeable. She looked as if she was studying something. He cleared his throat and called out to her.
"Found something in the muck? Little unbecoming of a lady," Ylva would probably have smacked him right upside his head for belittling a woman. Kumo was raised better. But Ylva was not here and the male had parted from his family for some time. It was amazing what lessons would be forgotten if unchecked for so long.
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