Dead for sure.

Follow dis! Desparately, she clasped her hands before her, extended her arms and legs, pulled her wings close for a sharp dive, and muttered a quick spell for her feathers. The giant kurach tried to follow her, but broke away as she continued straight into a lake.

Crazy pup, he shook his head and glided over to the bank. I can wait. You cannot. He sat cross-legged in the grass, propped his hands on his thighs, and watched the water intently for any signs of disturbance.

Crazy furball, Shanku grumbled well below the water's murky surface. She steadied her wings out beside her and paddled her arms and legs, hoping to stay close to the bottom. Stupid little wharf rat. What do ya plan to do now that a monsta be chasin' your tail? The pressure worked quickly on her lungs and she hurried to a nearby bank that hung over the water. She came up for air and tried with difficulty to keep her gasp as quiet as possible. She stayed still for many moments, listening carefully for the giant kurach who had chased her. She made her way under the overhang, carefully stepping around branches and swimming short distances to other overhangs to keep her cover. She followed the edge of the lake to an alcove out of sight of the waiting kurach.

Too cold for swimmin'. Shanku shivered as she crawled out of the water on to some slick rocks. She stumbled a few times and even struck her chin unintentionally once when she slipped. She rubbed her scraped chin and grumbled as she made her way back to the rocks she had been calling home. Since her time with Rhett, she made a habit of keeping a bit of flint and steel tucked inside her clothes for emergency fires. She gathered some of the wood nearby and proceeded to make a fire.

Free or caught, dead for sure now! Shanku thought miserably as she tried to get warm. She laid down in her little den, nearly too exhausted to shiver. It had been two days since she had eaten the last of the meat she had smoked from her last kill. While she might have managed another hunt or two, the chase and swim had used up the last of her energy.

Notes & Commentary

January 31, 2013, Thursday

Dead for sure.

Loved drawing that splash. You guys nearly got a whole page of Shanku just swimming around. I might have enjoyed her waterlogged hair a wee bit too much.

What I keep neglecting to show is a little leather pouch kept near her dagger. She keeps a flint, steel, whetstone, and a few coins.

Some of my family like to fish under overhangs like that. They catch fish, I catch branches and banks. I don't even bother with the submerged tree limbs.


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