The day was half over now and Tiny Star felt like she had wasted it on poking at a lizard all day. The thing wouldn't talk to her, wouldn't look at her, nothing! It just sat there, every once in a while catching a bug, but mainly ignoring her. After hours of being fed up, the teal female huffed and stomped away from the stupid creature in a fit of mini-rage.Now she was muttering to herself about "stupid reptiles" and looked around for something to do. Tiny Star did not like being alone. Alone meant that things weren't fun and the silence was deafening to her. When her ears started ringing lightly, the girl started to whistle, making her way along a huge fallen tree. It smelled recently fallen from sickness, but it was alright. It felt sturdy enough to carry her across.
She didn't count on, however, one of her back hooves falling through and then getting stuck in this sick tree. Huffing, she yanked on her foot hard in an attempt to get it out and let out a yelp. "Ow, ow, ow!" She stilled and looked down, sniffling. Her leg had been cut on the tree bark! Crap, what if an alligator smelled it and came after her? She was a sitting duck! "Come on.." Gingerly, she tugged her leg up again only to his when her cut scraped against the tree again. "Perfect.."
“Old stories,” says a voice from the place across the way—from a shadowy cluster of trees that had been part of her destination. “They’d lash a young thing to a stone or a trunk, for the wolves and the crocodiles, to appease an angry God. Strange times, the time of the Black Dog. Gods are not angry. Only the spirits of the Kin are angry.”
