
A sweet summer fling comes to an end - but not without something to show for it. The doe walking along the river is as swollen as its banks after the heavy rain the night before. She pauses for a moment when one hoof gets sucked into the thick mud, cursing softly as she tugs it free and then stumbles a little, her center of gravity off, though manages to catch herself before she falls.
Not exactly the picture of grace and seductive allure she usually portrays.
Sighing as she catches her breath, she glares out at the pretty scene before her, annoyed.
Her mother had told her about the legendaries of the swamp, but so far all she's seen are the same trees, bugs, and the occasional squirrel. Not to mention she's hot, tired, and hungry.
"Ugh....I could eat a boar."